Mummy Mouse Update

Way back in 2009, I blogged about a little mummified mouse that was resting above an electrical panel at the end of a hallway where I worked.  You can read the entry here.

At that point in time, the mouse had been there for as long as some old timers in the building could remember.  The mummy mouse had survived multiple refurbishings and repaintings.  And grossed-out spectators.

I no longer work in that building, but a friend of mine who does texted me the below photo a few days ago.  Covered in dust, and looking like he/she is sleeping, the mummy mouse's remains remain.  And hopefully they'll remain as long as that building is standing.  

Update: Mummy Mouse

Time flies...it was 2009 the first time I reported on the Mummy Mouse at my place of work...
I noticed he was still there this week as I passed by the electrical panel where he rests.

Click below for the original entry...

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Carrion Farm 2016

Such a great name for a Haunt...

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Mummy Mouse Update

Just checked and he's still there.  A lot dustier though.

Click below for the original blog post, from way back in 2009:

Hearth Mouse

Mache And Mice

When we first started making props, my brother and I would use strips of newspaper dipped into a mache mixture of just flour and water. We'd store those props in my parents' attic and a lot of the early ones are still up there. The tombstones I have used in past haunts were also coated in the flour mache. As well as the Pumpkin King on the porch and the earliest prop we ever made - the weird little ghost prop from Tales from the Darkside's "Trick Or Treat" pilot.

Two weeks ago, my father called and wanted me to come down and check the roof from inside the attic because he suspected a leak. All those old props had been skinned alive - by mice. They ate the flour right off of the newspaper. The tombstones were in pieces and the props looked like they died from extreme psoriasis. Thankfully they don't eat Elmers glue.

My dad asked me to pick up rat/mouse poison next time I'm shopping for supplies at a Home Depot or Lowes. I lied and said I would.

There's just no way.

Mummy Mouse

My department at work is located in a very old building. It used to be a hospital I hear. A few years ago, a coworker that worked on another floor pointed out something weird on the top of a massive electrical box at the end of a hallway near a stairwell - a tiny mummified mouse. It must have dropped there at some point and died of either poisoning or old age. She said that older employees told her that the mouse had been there as long as they could remember. It's pretty high up and you have to tip-toe to see that it's really a mouse - whiskers and the two front teeth are clearly visible, but it looks like a ball of dust from a distance. No decay at all. Just a fury little ancient mouse resting on its side. It's one of those things I now look for when I pass that part of the building. It's actually become a comforting notion, "He's still there."

Well, they're finally painting the hallways after probably decades of needing to. When I was approaching that area today, I saw the fresh paint on the walls and nearly panicked and sprinted to the location to check on him. I just KNEW that the mouse would never have survived the painting crew. I wonder how long it's been undisturbed. No way of knowing. But the good news is that he's STILL there. With a tiny white dot of paint on his right ear, from where the workers painted AROUND him.

Incredible.

The mummy mouse will be there forever. No doubt.


In this undated photo, the mummy mouse in better days.