Thursday, September 24, 2009

Anthropology: Not for the Squeamish

How do you know you have what it takes to be an urban anthropologist—or really, just an anthropologist?

I sat down at my desk this morning and I felt something tickle my foot. I was wearing open-toed shoes so the top of my foot was bare and the feeling was distinct. I looked down and watched in some horror as a large cockroach crawled over my foot. Hold out the three middle fingers on your hand and you'll have an idea of the size of the thing that scurried over me.

Did I scream? Nope. I shifted, it fell off, and met the bottom of my shoe. Then I went and reported the bug to the Admin team, and one of the fellows helpfully disposed of the critter for me.

I can see my NC anthro buddies shaking their heads even as I type this. They can tell you I had averse reactions to the wildlife in NC when I moved there for grad school. New York City subway rats I can handle. Giant cockroaches are apparently no problem. Large, friendly bees on the other hand ... not so much.

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