Rat Mummification Project: February 2004 Archives

The rats are to be mummified, stylistically, in the New Kingdom fashion.

The New Kingdom, a late period in ancient Egyptian history, was pretty much the last great hurrah for Egypt. The collapse of the 20th dynasty brought a three-hundred year span of politcal chaos and foreign conquest by the Nubians and Libiyans, later relieved by the Late Period of the Greek Ptolemys. The New Kingdom also includes some of the better known pharaohs, like Akhenaton, (allegedly) Nefertiti**, Tutankhamun, and the Ramesside warrior-kings (Rameses I and his progeny). Ramses II, or Ramses the Great, or Ramses the Insatiable Egomaniac, is more or less responsible with covering Egypt stem to stern in those massive, stony effigies you see in all the vacation brochures.

New Kingdom mummies are a decent compromise. The wrappings and methods are elaborate enough to make things interesting, but without the sudden, steep downturn in mummy quality that became common in the later Greco-Roman period. Plus, there are plenty of well-documented, well-researched examples to work from.

Some New Kingdom mummfications were pretty half-assed. Mummies from that period have been found with intact abdominal organs and brains, for example. Not protocol. I'll try to do a better job.

Further reading:

--A checklist of known, recovered royal mummies, noting their various deformities, dental problems, and states of decay. Needs updating.

--An even better site than the first, with portraits of the surviving royal mummies and theories on the ones that haven't been found.

--AnimalMummies.Com, a project of the Cairo museum. Briefly mentions the massive acts of wholesale fraud embalmers perpetrated on the temple-going public by selling them bundles of rags instead of mummified falcons or cats. Also, insanely weird "victual mummies."

P.S.: Tiresome notes on "the pharaoh Nefertiti" below the cut.

The Rats.

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Current pets, future mummies. Make 'em feel welcome!

Neil.

Age: No idea. Full grown, though.
Length: About eight inches, not including the tail.
Weight: One pound. That's pretty fat, for a rat.
Favorite Food: Noodles. Red meat. Walnuts. Tea.
Disposition: Very, very sedentary. Neil can't even be arsed to climb to the top of his three-level cage for food sometimes, and just waits for Beavis to bring something back down to the ground level so he can steal it. He pees a lot, too. He's called Pee Beast more often than he's called Neil. He enjoys being petted, but not held. He sleeps in a salt canister he's chewed the bottom out of, and knows his name well enough to come to the cage door when called.

Beavis.

Age: No idea, also an adult.
Length: About seven and a half inches?
Weight: Less than a pound.
Favorite Food: Chocolate. And corn.
Disposition: Slightly retarded, but loveable. He likes to rock back and forth, like a kid on the short bus. I'm pretty sure his left eye is defective somehow; it over-reflects light. Unlike Neil, Beavis does not regularly mistake you for a toilet, enjoys being held, and will fall asleep in your lap instead of trying to chew holes in your shirt.

Neil and Beavis' hobbies include tormenting one another, sleeping in such a way that I poke them to make sure that they're not actually dead, and falling off the coffee table.

They're both former feeder rats, I bought them a PetCo. Yes, I know, you're not supposed to do that, but eh. They turned out okay. Healthy, well-adjusted, and pleasant company, which is more than I can say for most people I've met in Chicago.

If things go as planned, they'll live out their little lives gorging on potatoes and chickpeas and what have you, and, when they shuffle off the mortal coil, meet something comparable to immoratality. In their own, special way. That is, if one of them doesn't expire at three in the morning and I wake up to find the survivor's eaten his buddy's eyes out.

Up next: I dunno. A FAQ, maybe? Might as well get that out of the way.

Grass Roots Poll.

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Mummifying my rats after they die.

I mean it. The whole deal. Natron, palm wine, canopic jars, chants from the Book of the Dead, sarcophagi, everything.

I'd be catloging this all on the site, of course. And I wouldn't kill them. I like them, they're my pets. I'd wait until they died by themselves.

Damned gross or strangely fascinating?

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