August 11, 2005
"Towards a 2BR" Part XI: The Return of Mouse Tut
filed under: Demolishments and RenewvationsPreviously: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X
The more easily disgusted of my regular readers will no doubt remember, with a shudder, the discovery of a little mouse mummy in our ceiling. Procrastimom, in her commentary on that post, pointed out that it was "too bad it didn't come with teeny tiny jewels and daggers and the like, a la King Tut."
Well, here at Procrastinet, your wish is our command. So Mouse Tut has been returned to his rightful place in our ceiling, where he can continue to watch over us in years to come - but it seemed that to be truly rocking the High Pharaonic, he needed at least a headdress and sword.
One more picture, hidden after the jump to avoid offending the squeamish...
His Majesty got a bit dusty during the renovation process.
We're enjoying the idea that some day, years from now, someone will be renovating the bedroom or doing some demolition and this little crowned, be-daggered mouse mummy will come tumbling out, and they will be utterly confounded as to what he is or how he got there.
All hail Mouse Tut.
As far as an *actual* update on the bedroom, it'll have to wait until this weekend. Everything is painted, the "surprise design element" is in place, the ceiling fans are in, the new captain's bed and wicked expensive mattress have been delivered; but the closet organizer still has to be installed, the blinds for the window and storage loft have to go in, the baseboard heaters have to be reassembled, and the mirrored closet doors have to be put in.
I'm hoping that we move back upstairs on Saturday. Wish us luck.
Posted by rjt at August 11, 2005 12:50 PMTruly hard to comment on this, other than to imagine some equally hard-working homeowner discovering Mouse Tut plus non-biodegradable headdress and sword when renovating the renovations in the distant future. Just think of the questions...
So how long have you kept this corpse in your house? I hope it was in some ziploc storage? You should name it Lemmiwinks, and reinsert it into the ceiling with a scroll telling its story.
Posted by: perj at August 12, 2005 02:30 PMI really hope the lot of you don't end up with Hanta Virus. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with mumified animal remains?!? What kind of example are you setting for your son? And other such beligerent, finger-wagging nonsense. Just put the rat away and be done with the whole nasty business, please.
Posted by: Efren at August 13, 2005 08:44 AMRight, so I forgot to tell you about Bananacat.
Six years ago, give or take, in my post-college apartment, the fridge breaks and our landlord swings by with a new one. Pull the old one out, sweep up the stale Lucky Charms and bits of napkin and -- what is that? A banana? Who had bananas? Oh, well, we'll just grab the dustpan and.... wait. That's not a banana. Is that a... oh my God! It's a cat!
It seems a kitten had, at some point, crawled under the refridgerator and died, shrivelling up under there like an apple ring. Let me tell you, your creepy little mouse has nothing on a dessicated feline.
My roommates and I had never owned cats, so the kitten wasn't one of ours. Who knows how long it had been there? But sometimes, at night, even months after the excavation of Bananacat, we thought we heard plaintive meowing....
Posted by: Mikki at August 24, 2005 10:47 AM