Biology

Last year my brother jace and I were doing biology with a few friends, and we both received a dissection kit which we were free to use to increase our knowledge of animals, not to eat. Included in the dissection kit was a case of dangerous looking tools to be used to cut open the unfortunate victims in the kit.

The case held, among other things, two sharp looking knives. Upon seeing them, dad and I immediately tried to shave our legs with them. They proved unsuccessful at this, so I assumed the following: if it won’t cut hair, it won’t cut anything. I would have used that as the moral of this story, except it won’t work, as I have found out differently.

At our first science class that we dissected something at, we pulled out our dissection kits and took out our tool case. I pulled out one of the knives and informed everybody that they wouldn’t cut anything. My friends protested that they were indeed sharp, and would easily cut our specimen. Eager to display my knowledge and their ignorance, I whipped out my knife and sliced my palm very quickly three times, whereupon I discovered, that the knives could indeed, cut. That was the moment that I scrapped the “if it won’t cut hair it won’t cut anything” theme. I closed my hand quickly, before they saw the blood, and said “see I told you, it won’t cut anything.” I knew that if I was to show them my wounds then it would be to admit that I was wrong and they were right, something that I only admitted in extreme situations, and I didn’t think that bleeding to death qualified as an extreme situation.

We started dissecting, (A frog, who looked at me funny). I had to excuse myself several times to wash off the blood that was pooling in my palm and had to hold a wad of toilet paper in my hand so that it wouldn’t drip. It was hard to dissect with only one hand, but I was able to do it by using lots of pins to keep the victim from moving. I thought (Disturbed person that I am) about letting some blood drip on the frog then start screaming that it was bleeding, but I didn’t.

I had the scabs on my palm for weeks after, and I thought that I would have scars, but sadly they healed without a trace.