An ode to the muskox in the lab building basement
Imagine for a moment that you’re a muskox and it’s damned cold and even more damned windy. You scrape your hoof over a rock to get at a veneer of moss under a drift of snow which incidentally is blowing around you and your herd in diagonal-horizontal mini-tornadoes. A threat appears out of the … Continue reading An ode to the muskox in the lab building basement
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