"Ether!"
"Sutures!"
"Scalpel!"
"Oh No!"
"Coffin."
And so goes it for another frog; another innocent
worm.
Upon meeting your first biology "victim",
usually an oversized frog or a thin anemic worm, you say to yourself,
"This is a pushover. I'll show this guy who is boss!"
Mid-Section Seen
As you gaze into his pathetic little brown eyes, you
insert the Scalpel into his mid-section and begin your dissection. The
Scalpel is soon replaced with an everyday pair of scissors, rusted from
the constant stream of formaldehyde. Picking through his intestines,
observing the fat bodies, identifying cloaco, it all gives you a sense of
mastery, a feeling of superiority even though the creature's eyes are
peering intently upon your tear drenched face.
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Comparable
Biology is comparable to other subjects. For instance,
track. I never saw people run so fast and jump so high as my fellow
Biology II students the day some jerk told them that Mr. Oswald's pet
rattlesnake was missing.
Biology is also comparable to English, but I dare not
repeat some of the English words uttered when the aroma of dirty bat cages
reaches already pickled nostrils.
Tasty Time
We can concoct anything Home Economics classes can;
oatmeal mash to feed the fruit flies, agar agar upon which bacteria is
grown, saline solution to test blood, and other "yummy"
preparations.
My fellow biologists and I really do enjoy this course,
especially before lunch.
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