Today I dissected a baby pig fetus. I just topped whatever YOU did today.
In order to dissect a baby pig fetus, it must be preserved. The liquid used to preserve this carcass is a dark yellow bath that smells like a mixture of enhanced apple juice and soy sauce mixed together. Nauseating.
After submerging my latex-gloved hands into the yellow juice, I removed the pig and placed it onto the dissecting tray. I think it was the stench that really got me. I mean, having to look into the eyes of a dead baby pig with its tiny, innocent tongue sticking out at me as I'm skinning it while prepping for muscle observation is bad enough, the added odor threw me overboard.
After an hour of careful cutting and a few close saves on my gag reflex, it was time for lunch. Yes, lunch right after a slicing open of a dead animal.
I didn't eat, obviously. I was too grossed out. Now I get to go back and do it tomorrow! Joy.
From this pig Ive learned that I will never be a farmer, and that I will never think about bacon the same way again. Though I'm never going to stop eating bacon, of course. That would be simply moronic. I once had a neighbor who owned a pig as a pet and never ate bacon because of it. I never liked that neighbor...
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