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I went to the vet clinic this morning to observe surgeries, as per my usual regime come Thursday. I was quite shocked when I initially realized that actually I missed going in every other day. It was hard work, and at times it became quite trying and rather mundane, but I learnt a lot.

We found ourselves waiting for a sedative to kick in on an ill-mannered cat. As we paced, a technician noticed a pile of poop in another cat’s litter box.

The tech then requested that I remove it, and I hesitantly obliged. You see, I am actually forbidden from handling cat poo, as I am under eighteen and contact with cat crap can supposedly have harmful effects on my growth and development. I find this to be quite bogus, as I’ve been scooping cat litter since I was a mere three or four years of age, having been around cats my entire life. I have failed to notice any sort of ill effect from fulfilling this duty thus far.

The pile of poop sat conveniently on top of the litter, which would seemingly make it fairly simple for me to remove. I decided to push it into the garbage, but found that it stuck to the side of the litter box. Using the shovel, I mustered every ounce of strength I possessed and, in one swift motion, attempted to force the poo from the box. Knowing my luck, it just so happened that I used far too much force, and had sent the poo flying through the room, eventually coming to an abrupt halt all over a piece of lab equipment.

The room fell silent. Technicians looked at each other as to assure themselves that what just happened had really happened. Had the student really flung a piece of crap across the room?

I could feel one come behind me, pat me on the back and say ‘yeah, you’re really not that smooth.’