A different sort of day

Biking in to campus this morning, I saw an animal trotting around. A fox! I paused to take a picture of it. It just stood there, watching me, for a minute, then went on the other side of a tree. So then I wound up taking a photo of it a half-second before it pooped. Once it had finished its business, it climbed a tree and disappeared onto a rooftop.

The day got eaten by helping to dissect eggs out of ant farms, putting them into individual tubes so a collaborator can later genotype them. I did a similar procedure for my very first publication in grad school. But at least by now I've learned a few more tricks for how to avoid popping the eggs.

I simultaneously feel productive and not-productive.