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My wife aggressively shook me awake this morning to announce that there was a dead mouse lying on the floor of our spare room.

This was not an, "eek I'm scared" moment, this was a corpse management situation.

Usually we deal with birds and have a system, you put the deceased under a pot and allow nature to take its course. Eventually you are left with something that you can steep in bio-machine-wash, which will strip it to the bones. Then all that's involved is a sieve and a wee bit of peeling.

Mammals are difficult, they have fur. [We've never done an actual human but we are agreed that we are more like birds than hairy mammals and the pot would need to be huge.]

We decided that the first thing we had to do was desiccate the beast, which would give us options. There was some discussion about skinning the poor wee thing but we were both a wee bit too squeamish to do that.

Yet.

If you want bones sometimes you are just going to have to put up with doing things that are a bit weird.