Uh... I've handled human cadavers. They were pretty old, though, and we didn't really do so much dissecting because the next batch needed their turn. (Like I said, we're a little short on Human Resources these days.)
edited 8th May '12 6:51:48 AM by Pyrite
Not a substitute for a formal medical consultation.Probably hanging around somewhere.
(And I thought we didn't vivisect humans, not unless it's, uh... What was that word again? "Surgery"?)
(EDIT: I'm still using the term wrong. Sue me.)
edited 8th May '12 7:45:47 AM by Pyrite
Not a substitute for a formal medical consultation.![]()
Oh, dissected some [very] dead sea anemones once that did something like that. We picked through some Aiptasia anemones of various sizes and put a small one that we had bisected under a low power 'scope to get a better view of its tentacles. We added fresh water to the dish to inflate it a little, and suddenly the damn thing started jumping and twitching all over the tray for the next five minutes or so
Ah, another fun one we did was a calciferous sponge. Chlorine bleach dissolves most of the matter, eventually leaving nothing but a slurry of calcium spicules which look really beautiful under a microscope.
There was this one amusing time when I was supposed to dissect a rat in biology class back in junior high. I was paired up with these two squeamish senior girls who decided that, since I was a junior, I would have to do all the work for them, and I was pretty cool with that. But then I was gone the next day for a previously scheduled dentist appointment. Herp a derp.
So I come back the next next day to find that the girls have done most of the dissection already anyway, and there isn't much left for me to participate in. One of the girls decided the rat's balls were gross and tried to cut them off. She managed to squirt rat juice into her mouth in the process.
So yeah, that's my story of hilarious dissection.

We heard a story that our biology teacher had caused a slight panic in his village by disposing of a bag of 'used' animal parts at the local tip while his wife was away on a course. As it was, nobody noticed what was in the bag until they tried to compact it and, naturally enough, they thought...'bag of mangled guts + absent spouse = ?'.
edited 8th May '12 2:55:17 AM by InverurieJones
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