The thick black mud sucked at my boots as I walked, constantly threatening to send me face-first to the murky ground. If I fell, my choices would be "land in brackish water harboring God-only-knows what" or "land in mud harboring God-only-knows what, with the bonus of mud being harder to wash out of your hair." If I was really lucky, I might get a third option and find some quicksand to land in. At least that would be a new disgusting swamp experience, instead of a disgusting swamp experience I`d already had several times that day.
Mosquitoes hummed arround my head, only somewhat deterred by the rosemary oil covering my clothes and skin. I smelled like one of Mom`s casseroles. Commercial mosquito repellent might have been more effective -- and it definitely wouldn`t have made me hungry -- but it could have frightened away my actual quarry. Once again, I was sacrificing comfort for science. Science is my passion, but sometimes...
Sometimes science sucks.
