Friday September 13, 2002

Rat poop. Yes, I said rat poop.

My hands are raw from washing them so much. Rat poop. Everywhere. In psych of learning, I picked up one of the rats to put him in the experiment cage, when he started squirming around. I put my other hand underneath him just in case he fell (not a good idea). He pooped all over my left hand. I couldn't go wash it right away, because the room was dark, and if I opened the door, it would let light into the lab. So I sat there, poop on hand, for the entire experiment. All I was doing was working the stopwatch and timing the light intervals, so it wasn't too bad. But afterward I washed. And washed. And washed. And I think all the poop is now gone. Yick.