forget your Unified Theory of Everything

This is actually an old story from work. P is my coworker, ever helpful.

Me: Why is there a bucket that says “Brains” on my desk?
P: Oh, there are six sheep brains in there.
Me: Okay. But why?
P: I thought you’d know what to do with them.
Me: I know what to do with them. Just how did they get there?
P: Youth and Family programs didn’t need them and wanted to know if you wanted them. Don’t you want them?
Me: Of course I do! Thanks.

Instead 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.