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Brain Surgery -- Writer's Poke #191

In high school I thought I might want to become a veterinarian some day. That all ended when I took Zoology.

Actually, I liked Zoology, and even in college I toyed with the idea of double-majoring in Zoology and English. But Zoology taught me that I liked live animals a lot more than I liked dead animals marinating in formaldehyde. It also taught be that I had better leave the brain surgery to others.

As an extra credit assignment, Mr. Samson asked those interested to remove the frog’s brain intact. My lab partner was happy to hand me the scalpel, and I worked carefully to cut through the French delicacy’s skull.

About 90% of the operation was a success, but then my scalpel got stuck on a tricky bit around Kermit’s right eye. Without much thought, I tried to secure a better grip on the back of its head, and the next thing I knew, I had poked the brain with my left thumb.

And let me tell you something: poking a frog’s brain with your thumb is not something that you soon forget.

What did you want to be when you grew up? Did you become that? Why or why not?

“I’d kiss a frog even if there was no promise of a Prince Charming popping out of it. I love frogs.” – Cameron Diaz


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