Off we set wearing gloves and armed with plastic bags to retrieve the skull, Joe was soooo excited almost beside him-self with excitement. When we found the skull I felt a responsibility to say a prayer for the sheep, Joe was looking at me as if I had completely lost it, but I was about to boil this poor animals skull the least I could do was say a few words of respect. A bit of a mini funeral! What must I have looked like in my hat, gloves and waving a Tesco carrier bag saying a little prayer for a sheep skeleton?
I will never forget the smell of the skull as I boiled it. After an hour we decided that maybe we should soak it in bleach, we did this for an hour or so and it did come up very clean except its teeth. Mmm what next I thought, I decided there was nothing else for it I had to brush its teeth. This was the oddest experience.
|Joe with his Super Clean Skull|
The next day at work, I decided to telephone our science department to ask their opinion on soaking the skull in peroxide, quite frankly the reaction of the science technician shocked me, I thought she would offer advice on our exciting project when in fact she questioned my motives on allowing my children to have a skull and suggested it was sinister!! What is wrong with people have they never seen the world through the eyes of a child who had come across an archaeological find, if any one would understand it I would have expected a scientist to. After explaining that I was not concerned about him being a budding serial killer just a child interested in science and bones, she confirmed peroxide would work.