My undergrad research involved goldfish. It's one of those past experiences that make me think about karma in a more worried way since it involved injecting a drug into their craniums and then training them to avoid an electric shock with a light cue. Bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah. I used to watch and root for them to swim. Swim!! Swim!!! Go toward the light!!!

I hated every minute of the research, except for cleaning the tanks. There was something very calming and therapeutic in the routine of that task.

Amazing the things one will do because they think it will help them get into grad school.