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Jan. 19th, 2011 10:06 pmInstead of my story today I am going to tell you a real life story from work. Resemblance between this and girl!Sherlock might have something to do with me, I'm afraid.
Long story, but I was going to get some pig bones I would potentially need to clean. I remembered my Anatomy teacher in highschool used to keep a bucket of maggots in her backyard to clean bones, but surely this is not the only option! So I Google and find mentions of bleach and various methods of scrubbing, but mostly it’s flesh-eating beetles. Great for bone cleaning.
I’m mulling over this as I eat lunch in the break room, where everyone else is eating lunch. I’m talking about my pig bones and maggots and Googling, and eventually get to the part about flesh-eating beetles. “Which is just another dead end,” I’m saying, “because where on earth am I going to get flesh-eating beetles?” And then I noticed everyone else has stopped eating, and is looking at me like I’m crazy.
Am I crazy because I’m talking about giving bones to flesh eating beetles during lunch?
No.
I’m crazy because, “Joy, you know we have flesh-eating beetles, don’t you?”
Of course we have flesh-eating beetles. Silly me.
Long story, but I was going to get some pig bones I would potentially need to clean. I remembered my Anatomy teacher in highschool used to keep a bucket of maggots in her backyard to clean bones, but surely this is not the only option! So I Google and find mentions of bleach and various methods of scrubbing, but mostly it’s flesh-eating beetles. Great for bone cleaning.
I’m mulling over this as I eat lunch in the break room, where everyone else is eating lunch. I’m talking about my pig bones and maggots and Googling, and eventually get to the part about flesh-eating beetles. “Which is just another dead end,” I’m saying, “because where on earth am I going to get flesh-eating beetles?” And then I noticed everyone else has stopped eating, and is looking at me like I’m crazy.
Am I crazy because I’m talking about giving bones to flesh eating beetles during lunch?
No.
I’m crazy because, “Joy, you know we have flesh-eating beetles, don’t you?”
Of course we have flesh-eating beetles. Silly me.