Cthulhu Visits Insectary

ok, this i will share so that if i dissapear off the face of the earth you might have an inkling to my fate.

As most of you might know, i have been staying over in lab the past few days for an experiment. Having recently obtained more than 30 species/samples of flies, including a species of goose-dung specialists Themira Flavicoxa, we had a few time-critical experiments we needed to do. And especially so since the bird flu scare has killed off most of our sources of goose/duck dung. (amazing isnt it. want shit also cant get. harrumph.)
and what better time than now?

That actually means overnighting in lab. Again. So, there i was, waking every 2 hour intervals to check on the flies. Still am, in fact. That means, NO GOOD SLEEP AT ALL. My head right now is a tired fuzzle of static and white noise. sigh. That also means that you might fuck up the cultures and have to redo the procedures each 2 hour interval, turning it into a 4 hour interval.

Now, the place where i work in, called the insectary, consists of nothing more than a narrow room cluttered with incubators and rows upon rows of cultures of flies. the door lies on one side of the narrow rectangle. It was yesterday when i was sleeping on one of the bench tables with my measly bedroll, when i thought i had fallen asleep on the microscope chair, eyes ringed on the microscope itself. I started waking to some.. sensation, and the door suddenly opened a little, then closed shut again. As if something had kicked the door open halfway then decided not to come in. And THEN i felt my friggin chair being dragged towards the door, which was in fact still partially opened.

What do you do in such circumstances?

You yell and try to move your limbs that cannot move and finally after an eternity wake up and nearly fall off the bench table.

I kind of think that cthulhu might have been giving me a friendly psychic tug, maybe it had been one of his horrible tentacles that had sneaked in and decided to drag my chair to his warm maw. only that it was invisible. gah.




Do Not Fuck With Cthulhu.

maybe i should lay off the calamari for a while. IF you dont see me for the dinner, maybe its just because cthulhu is actually snacking on my eternal soul. nyeh.