Yes, you heard me… cold blooded murder. Actually, that’s pretty funny all things considered.
A grad student brought in some clams collected last week in Florida, so they need to be accessioned. They were stored in a cooler in little baggies with wet packs with ice packs in the bottom. I believe my boss was under the impression they were all dead. I was instructed to get them into jars of ethanol.
After some hijinks of finding the right size jar, i started to fill them, and insert the six specimens one by one. some of them actually started having muscle reactions and trying to close up… so they weren’t all dead. well, they are now. respirating 85% ethanol isn’t much good for anything, but i assume they went out fairly buzzed.