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That's a quick version of my day. X]
Allow me to clarify that the dead mice were not in the ice cream.
Okay, so I help a family member kind of supervise a class they teach. I've been a student there for years and I'm the oldest, so due to lack of proper staffing, I have become an assistant as well as student. Well, today's class was the last for a while, so all of the classes (which are divided depending on the knowledge of the student as well as age) were together- and we made ice cream. That got messy, because the bags of rock salt and ice kept breaking. Me and some of the older students were walking around on paper towels, spraying cleaner on the floor. Not all of it turned out well, including mine. My friend's was even worse (he didn't even eat his), though, so we split the ice cream I had made.
After that was over, I went to a friend's house along with a different friend, so we could dissect the dead mice I had lying around in my freezer. They were bought as food for my snake, who went and died before eating the mice.
That was pretty fun. I'm going to describe the process below, but will spoiler it so people with particularly weak stomachs and/or animal loves won't click.
Oh, and I also have mouse blood in my hair now. ]:
I had forgotten that my gloves were bloody, and brushed my hair back when it had fallen into my face. Oops.
Allow me to clarify that the dead mice were not in the ice cream.
Okay, so I help a family member kind of supervise a class they teach. I've been a student there for years and I'm the oldest, so due to lack of proper staffing, I have become an assistant as well as student. Well, today's class was the last for a while, so all of the classes (which are divided depending on the knowledge of the student as well as age) were together- and we made ice cream. That got messy, because the bags of rock salt and ice kept breaking. Me and some of the older students were walking around on paper towels, spraying cleaner on the floor. Not all of it turned out well, including mine. My friend's was even worse (he didn't even eat his), though, so we split the ice cream I had made.
After that was over, I went to a friend's house along with a different friend, so we could dissect the dead mice I had lying around in my freezer. They were bought as food for my snake, who went and died before eating the mice.
That was pretty fun. I'm going to describe the process below, but will spoiler it so people with particularly weak stomachs and/or animal loves won't click.
Spoiler:
Oh, and I also have mouse blood in my hair now. ]:
I had forgotten that my gloves were bloody, and brushed my hair back when it had fallen into my face. Oops.