Stories about being a wildlife biologist. They'll make you glad you're not a wildlife biologist. And if you are a wildlife biologist? They'll make you glad you're not me.
This is a blog. This is NOT peer-reviewed. This is not science. The stories I tell are mine. For those of you who don't understand: These stories are told from my point of view. They are my opinion and only that. They are my memories, however I choose to remember and/or embellish them. The resemblance of characters in my stories to anyone in my life is not completely unintentional, however, I strive to protect their identities; because seriously, the shit they do and say is humiliating and stupid.
Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.
Monday, February 27, 2012
My Life:
As I struggled with what I was going to write this week because I haven’t been in the field lately, someone sent me this:
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