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"How much lab time have you got?

I disected a frog once...?"

I've never disected a frog. I've done cow's eye, crayfish and rat, but never a frog. I remember in ninth grade when I did the cow's eye. At first me and my best friend at the time were absolutely horrified. I mean - it was an eye and we were 15. Then we started to look at it - cut it in two and check the nerves and stuff. After a while it wasn't an eye anymore, it was just something we were cutting to check into.

The crayfish was fun. I remember disecting it and going "mine's got no brain" - yea yea, go on, it's a very easy joke at my expense. I was 16 at the time and the more gruesome stuff I found in that crayfish the more I wanted to eat it. The smell was wonderful. (Yes, I know how it sounds.) I remember a lot of people being disgusted by it, but to me it was heaven.

The rat... oh the rat. At first we called it "Junior", then "Rattie" and then we named her "Jeanette". You know, because it was a she. Jeanette was the name of our teacher in Swedish. When our biology teacher past us he went "I'm afraid to ask what the name would be if it was a male". "It would've been 'Pär' [pair] - but with an 'ä' instead of an 'e'." His name was "Per". For some reason he didn't believe us. About the ä-thing. We kicked ass at the dissection though and do you have any idea how hard it is to cut of a rat's tail? It's really hard! Oh, and sadly we broke the poor rat's arm. She was long dead though, but it felt a bit bad. Poor rat.

I will never be able to become a doctor, but I know that I would easily be able to cut into people. Okay, that sounded so less freaky in my head so I'm not sure if I should continue. Ah, fuck it. I can turn it off, you know. It's not a poor rat anymore, it was an object. Something interesting. Something dead. Yea, I'm just gonna stop here because I sound like a psycho-killer. Have a nice day!