This is something of a guest post, as these aren’t my adventures, but rather Tamie’s. Still, I’m the one writing about them (with her permission), though I fully expect to have her add her own perspective in the comments section.
First of all, let me point out that this sort of behavior is why Tamie doesn’t go in the field very often.
Eventually she settled down, and the crew got down to work. Something involving liquid hog manure, I’m afraid. Let me just say that I’m not involved in this project in any way!
But wait! There’s a poor unfortunate (and smelly) mouse in the vat! Look closer and see if you can find poor Waldo.
Can’t find him? Here’s some help.
Ignoring all warnings of “he’ll bite you”, and any other naysayers, Tamie and an assistant rescued the poor creature.
I hope he was properly appreciative.