*Let me assure you, that for all the un-glamourousness of the fish- and data-collection, the research station was spectacularly situated.
Imagine working in a well-funded research program in a quaint French village, in a building that adjoins a rushing brook amidst the green-capped mountains of the Pyrenees.
Mag. nif. ique.
But, alas, mosquitofish don't like pristine, bubbling streams. They prefer dank, stagnant places. So when Robbie and Frank took a drive toward the Mediterranean coast, it was looking for swamps. And though there are no pictures to document the collection of the fish, it allegedly involved:
1) wading through reeking swamp mudAnd a pink net.
2) numerous biting insects
3) a decomposing, floating, probable-mammal the size of a beaver
4) a swift change of clothes before returning to the hire car
Some hearty beef stew and a few beers upon returning home didn't hurt, either.
Then it was off to the lab to set up the experiments ... (to be continued) ...
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