We Biologists Are Weird People

So this guy shows up at my blog, sends me a nice message, leaves a nice comment, and then practically pours salt in my wounds by posting pictures of him working with Kakapos. Like they’re pets!

And if that isn’t enough to make a birder / biologist jealous, he has the audacity to brag about his scars.

He also gave me a permant scar on my right hand (which I treasure) when he decided my hand was a good thing to grasp hold of.

Now I really don’t like him. A scar from the 8 pound night parrot? Are you kidding me? As Ike drukenly says in Tombstone, “Nobody’s that lucky!”

But the truth comes out. It’s in small print. You may have to squint to read it.

I may or may not have helped ensure a scar would remain by rubbing various irritants in…

While there’s a certain lack of integrity here, I can’t really blame him. Deep down I have to admit, I would have done exactly the same thing. And even worse, I’d tell everyone and anyone who would listen.

Pride in parasites, scars, wounds, and the like — we biologists are weird people.