I completely forgot to write about the dissection yesterday.

Much like how I nearly forgot we were to dissect things, until the lovely KL mentioned it at lunch. Thank goodness I hadn’t yet eaten when he said it. I went into a corner and rocked back and forth until I decided it was about time that I hunt my lunch down.


We were in a different classroom for bio, and being good students, we grabbed front row seats, right up to the teacher’s desk/ lab bench. Sankey demonstrated what we were to do with the rat, which looked disgusting and very very dead. it was a male rat. Someone asked how we could tell.

Then she set us loose in the lab with trays that really looked like those lunch serving trays you see in those shows on TV, and we marched over to the side where Sankey was fishing out dead rats from a large bucket.


I was not interested at all in touching the thing, but I was curious as to how squishy it was. Someone told me that the experience of cutting it was akin to cutting through sheets of cardboard. With gloved left hand dry, I non-expertly held my camera and took pictures of the dissection process. Sankey did allow us to take photos, while being… ethical.

TOK was so last year. You can’t expect us to still remember what ethics are.

After demonstrating my inability to slice a straight line down the skin on the ventral side, I left the rest of the cutting work to Abs, who was noticeably more excited about the whole process than I was. After wringing water out of the thing, we burst through its abdominal muscles and revealed its artificially dyed internal organs to the unflattering overhead light. Our rat happened to be one of the few female ones. It had a section of swollen large intestine (which we later sliced open) that I mistook for the stomach.


Abs kept expressing some level amusement at the way I manipulated the forceps with my left hand to keep the gloves dry, and how I cut with my right gloved hand wielding the scalpel. Apparently it seemed like I was going to eat the rat. Learning fork and knife table manners in bio, check.

We emptied it of organs and made our way to hacking through its ribcage. We also tried to remove an eye, Gloucester-style, but that didn’t work. I ended up popping one though. Milky fluid was secreted. Delicioso. I took a video. That was 16 going on 17 minutes long.

Lastly, we tried to saw off the head and break things open to look at its brain, but we failed and ended up having to wring the neck around like a wet sponge. I am très fière d’Abigael. She did the beheading at my request, as well as the cracking open the skull thing. I needed to keep my left glove dry for the camera.


I’m surprised that I wasn’t as squeamish as I expected myself to be. Things are different when they’re stiffened and bloodless.

Perhaps I dislike dissection because I fear it awakening some urge to kill-.

posted 1 year ago @ 21 Mar 2013 with 3 notes
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