Hello, World! (Days 4, 5, & 6)
I’m sorry I’ve been scarce these past few days! Life moves fast here in DC, and I’m not quite used to it yet.
Anyway, Thursday and Friday were just as great as my previous days at work, and I was finally able to move to liquids! I’m now working with specimen preserved in ethanol and have actually begun identifying specimen collected in Madagascar (the project I’m technically an intern on).
These are the specimen in ethanol! I use this tray to look through the specimen and sort them into super families or family. Luckily, they’re already all identified as Hymenoptera (although I did have a fly sneak it’s way in there).
This Evanioidea caught my attention because of it’s characteristic metasoma attached very high above the hind coxae on the propodeum.
Overall, Thursday was a very good day! I was able to sort a whole bag in the day and decided to walk home. The weather has been incredible here since the rain; it was an enjoyable walk, even in business attire, and I got to walk past The White House on my way. Casual, ya know?
Friday was also a great day! I got to talk over my sorting with Dr. Gates and ask him my numerous questions. I was able to finish my first bag of specimen by the end of the day! It was an incredible feeling and wonderful way to end the my first week. I finally feel like I am getting the hang of identification, which is especially relieving. (above: an especially appealing Chaicidoidea)
Dr. Gates and I were also able to take roughly an hour around lunch time to enjoy the farmers market in The National Mall! It was so beautiful and fun. For those of you that do not know me personally, cooking is a huge hobby of mine. Being allergic to most common foods has led me to some pretty creative eating habits. I tend to eat predominately fruits and veggies, so a farmers market was like my own little slice of heaven. I bought two bags of mushrooms (one of my favorites) and some fresh strawberries. It was so nice to have the opportunity to not only explore a little more of the city, but with my supervisor! I’m so thankful to have a mentor willing to spend so much time with me and educate me in every facet of life here in DC. Anyway, the fresh produce was absolutely beautiful, and tastes even better. Below are a few snapshots from the market:
Overall, a fabulous Friday! I also had the opportunity to participate in a tour of the MSC Fishes storage unit - so I essentially got to see the Museum’s storage unit (it’s HUGE) and got to explore hallways upon hallways of aquatic specimen, including this Tiger Fish collected by Teddy Roosevelt!
We also got to see the Coelacanth, a living fossil that is believed to have been in existence for 400 million years and only recently rediscovered (1932).
I must admit, it was fascinating to see all of the perfectly preserved oceanic critters, but they didn’t smell the best.
My Friday night was spent with my lovely roommate and a new friend, Jessica. I was able to experience a tid-bit of night-life in the big city, but seeing as I’m under 21, the real fun was left for the big kids.
Today, Saturday, has been a blissfully relaxing day. Gabriela and I were able to sleep in and recuperate from our first week of being “real adults” - which I must say is exhausting. Working and being on your toes for 8 hours a day is tough, and this experience is making me excited for the next 3 years of college ahead of me - I don’t have to grow up just yet! I enjoy working and love the people I get to spend time with, but I always come home ready for a nap and maybe even a cup of coffee. But that may be my own fault, sleep should be more of a priority in my life in general.
I cooked a lovely meal for the two of us (eggs with sautéed mushrooms, spinach, onions, and garlic - topped with avocado) and spent the next few hours cleaning the apartment and sharing stories, jokes, sorrows, joys, laughs, and tears with each other. I’ve never been one to share intimate information quickly, but Gabriela and I have come to the conclusion that we must have been separated at birth. Having someone to share your battles with and listen authentically to your daily struggles is so comforting.
Our goal for the summer has become to live authentically, and truly embrace who we are in this incredibly diverse and opportunity-filled city.
We didn’t leave the apartment until roughly 5 p.m., which was so nice. We explored Downtown DC a little bit and ended un in China Town, where a street artist jumped over Gabriela and 3 other people!
We’re now back home, enjoying the down-time. Like I said previously, life here moves so quickly. It seems like everyone is in a rush, regardless of the time of day. At times I appreciate this mentality, but sometimes I miss the “slow-ness” of The South, to quote the two people I’ve met that have actually been to Arkansas.
These past three days have flown by, as I’m sure the next 7 weeks will. It’s unreal to think I have already been here nearly a week. I’ve met so many unique people here, all of whom have not only accepted my love for insects, but have been amazed by it. I grew up denying my fascination, thinking, “what’s weirder than a girl that loves bugs?” And while I require no validation in my passion, it’s so nice to see others excited by my enthusiasm. The only way I can adequately describe my love for bugs is to share the analogy I (apparently?) told Gabriela before falling asleep last night.
While half asleep, I told Gabriela that love is like identifying a wasp. It’d be easy to just look at the wings and give it a go, but you can't stop there. You have to look at the shape of the head and layout of the mesosoma and pay special attention to the little details. You may think it’s one thing, and you may be 100% sure, but after a closer look, it turns out to be something else. And you can get frustrated and you can give up and you can stop doing what you love because you got one thing wrong, or you can learn from your mistakes. You can be more observant the next time around and just appreciate the wasp for what it is - beautifully unique.
I have to thank Gabriela for sharing this story with me, because I can honestly say I don’t remember saying any of it. I tend to say silly, but very honest, things right before falling asleep if prompted, so I was a little surprised by this seemingly coherent and literal pillow talk. Unconsciously making analogies between tough situations and my passions - I’m not sure I can be more validated than that.