We saw some weird-looking eight-legged organisms this morning amidst yellowing paper and three inches of dust and mice dung; my labmate proclaimed that they are pre-Cambrian insects. Biology never fails to amaze me. One day your sustenance is some trace cellulose and fossilized feces, the next day you become model organisms under the mercy of an emotionally-unstable research assistant. Survival - 1, Life - 0.
Since I am already weird and buried under shit, all that's left to do is grow eight legs. Maybe then, he'll take interest in me. Either that, or this fixation shall remain along with the other pre-Cambrian fossils.
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