Canis meus id comedit

Today my TA drew Casper (the friendly ghost) waving around a strip of cloth on the blackboard (which is green -- the board, I mean). He explained that Casper was stripping, and so it was the Casparian strip! (The Casparian strip is a layer of wax that is around a specific cell layer in the roots of plants so stuff in the dirt doesn't just randomly get in and out of the plants. Stuff, i.e. solute, movement is regulated, see?)

I didn't know which was louder, the laughing or the groaning. Lucy, you would like him. All things considered, this is the same guy who claimed that strawberry runners are popular in baseball because of all the stolen (stolon)(botanical term for the runners, i.e. modified stems) bases.

Meanwhile, life continues. Simba has discovered that I'm not wearing jeans this week and so he can get me to make funny noises by sinking his claws (they're starting to grow out again since when they were last trimmed) into my legs. Plant anatomy classes offered us pumpkins to take home today and so I took one that has the coloration and shape of a stunted basketball home with me. Kate's decided that it should be placed on the counter, where we can stare at it, and so this has been done. My scholarship application is due tomorrow and I am currently on my third cup of tea. I also have not done the dishes, despite of the fact that I have finished dinner more than five minutes ago. However there is no one around to critique my lack of promptness in terms of dish-washing, so all may be well still. Mike (the avocado, not the fictional character and most certainly not any of my classmates) was planted into a pot on Sunday and seems to be doing quite well out there on the balcony along with our -- excuse me -- MY moldering pots of bromate-heavy dirt. I plan to take the plant home with me at the next available opportunity, before the chemicals in the Davis water can get to it. I think I've grown fond of Mike, despite of the fact that I don't particularly like avocados.

Gosh, Halloween's on a Wednesday this year, isn't it? I should consider going into hiding tomorrow night.