We found the cricket.
That's right, there's a cricket on our ship and she's about
to become a red-nose cricket. Has any cricket ever been this far south? Has a
cricket ever crossed into the Antarctic circle? There's a lack of evidence to
suggest so, so let me be the first to introduce you to the brave and bright
premiere Antarctic cricket explorer: Moby Crick. Moby's a she, as determined by
our scientists who have a suspect amount of training in entomology.
We've been hearing her in the CTD bay for the last week or
so, and a bounty was offered by the
captain for her head. The bounty was contingent
upon our brave little explorer being crushed upon retrieval but, thankfully, our scientists and crew value
life far too much to be swayed by a ship
t-shirt. She's now in a box, equipped
with a moist sponge, a banana slice and some
lettuce (entomologists, help, our google is very slow, how do we keep
this poor lady alive??). It was a very
exciting moment for all of us, as you
can see by this photo of us all huddled around Moby Crick's enclosure.
We cross into the Antarctic circle tomorrow and have to
undergo a ceremony to become Red Noses.
I was assured it doesn't involve hazing in the same breath that I was told we have to perform in
animal costumes, so I'm not really sure
which of those conflicting statements is true. Stay tuned. Or don't, actually. I'm hoping this is a Fight
Club kind of deal and there won't be
pictures of me in whatever kind of costume I can muster up.
In other news, Joseph has been confined to the refrigerator
for his salinity measurements. I
maintain that he has somehow done something
worthy of being confined to a makeshift brig but he insists it's
about "temperature control",
whatever that means.
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