The White Coat returned the Bug Night-er’s petri dish after the obligatory quality control check.
“Nice work—there was a leech curled up under the oak leaf fragment, be sure to click it into your counts.”
“OK,” he said sheepishly. This was the third time this season that he missed the leech.
It was the same for everyone that evening. Leeches, planarians… They looked like they could be anything but macroinvertebrates.
That night he had a dream. The leeches of Bug Nights past visited him. For specimens that he hadn’t even noticed over the last two weeks, they were surprisingly talkative.
“Did you miss me?” asked the belly leach.
“What about me?” queried the chest leech.
“How could you have missed me?” asked the leech that inched toward his chin.
“You kind of suck at sorting,” opined the belly button hirudnean.
The ribcage leech echoed the sentiment, “Yeah, you kind of bite at it.”
The Bug Night-er awoke with a gasp. It was Wednesday morning. He would never again miss a leech.
Bug Night-ers are out for blood and are sliding toward clearing all of the trays this week. Let’s see how many leeches we don’t miss tomorrow, Wednesday, February 28 beginning at 6:00 PM sharp.
When you arrive, suction your finger tips onto the door or windows so that one of your new or returning friends can admit you. Everyone is welcomed.