Dead, dead, dead.

After lecture today, Ingrid grabbed me and asked me if I would go and check on our fruit flies with her.

I said, sure.


Our Wild type fruit flies were all dead.

I hypothesize that our Professor may have over anesthetized them.

I checked in other people's experiments and they had little to no movement in their wild type vials too.

Maybe they were just a bad batch altogether.

Ingrid and I left to find Dr Schwarz.

She wanted to bring the dead flies with us, but I said that he was probably eating and we should leave the flies there.

I feel pretty comfortable saying that they were dead.

We walk down to his office he wasn't there.

I told her that I see him walk to the cafeteria after class.

So we walk down there.

I spot him sitting down eating and I ditch Ingrid.

I tell Professor that I was terribly sorry to interrupt his lunch but our fruit flies were dead.

Ingrid comes walking up behind me holding the dead flies, in the cafeteria.

You brought the dead flies?

I give her the death stare!!!


Professor says that we can deal with this later (in the week).

Not to worry about it now.

He did say to put it back in our bin because they may have laid eggs, so don't throw it out.

In other news.

Millie wanted to take a picture of:


He Oatmeal Creme Pie.

Please don't delete this picture. I want to remember it.

She is so odd.

Your current wife and favorite airman. xoxo
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