I’ve always been one to break lab safety rules, but you might consider standing on your tiptoes in crocs while feeding invertebrates appropriate behavior for a ten year old. But that’s how I spent my school breaks, in my dad’s lab, doing a bit of scientific exploration of my own as he worked. Dad and I always arrived at promptly 8 o’clock every morning, somewhat asleep from the cold created by the marine layer. When we entered my dad’s office, I took full advantage of the rolling chairs, spinning around as Dad checked his email. As he went off to work, I went off to play, reading first my books from home, then delving into the boxes of insects and other small animals in the adjacent storage lab as a Dr. Demento CD played on the lab boombox.
