Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Disappointing Results

I confess that I was somewhat hasty in concluding that I was becoming a bee. I put this misunderstanding down to excessive strain on my mental faculties during my last few days as a scientist. The carbuncle at the base of my spine was not a sting, but merely my vestigial tail, which I have been cursed with since birth. The possibility of worldwide fame as a consequence of my discoveries led me to see results where there were none - just one more scientist corrupted by fame. For this I apologise.

Today the dead bee I have been examining has posthumously sloughed its winter coat, and the tiny face on its stomach has withered away to nought. Within this hirsute bee-skin was a wasp. I now realise I have been wasting valuable time on this damn fool study, so I was left with no option but to commit the wasp to the flames, and temporarily abandoned my scientific ambitions.


Tina said...

you should probably go outside. get some air. blink.

Horton Carew said...

I fear the outdoors. It is too big.

Tina said...

there's a very David Firth-ish tone to this site