You know you work in biotech when

Someone sees a mouse in your trailer and the 2nd thing you do (after removing all food) is pull out the sterile alcohol wipes* and wipe every surface in your workspace.

You also know you work in biotech when one of the prowling managers goes, "Ahhhh the smell of alcohol. It smells so good. Yup, good times!"

*(these are not baby wipes, these are industrial use alchohol soaked sterile wipes.)

My little friend

I have a furry friend.
He has a twitchy nose
If you leave a cookie
He’ll run up on his toes

He visits every desk
He likes to nest in drawers
And if you leave your office
You’ll never hear his snores

P.D. had the oatmeal
J.B. had the bars
Rusli had treats and chips
So now he won’t go far

He came in with a friend
But now he hunts alone
He might go find some more
And overwhelm our zone.

The mouse traps have been laid
The desks tops have been cleaned
Metal drawers are empty
But nowhere is he seen.

I leave my window open
I say, “To circ’ the air”
But hope, in truth, my friend will come
And dodge this sticky snare.


Done to the tune of "I have a little turtle, his name is Tiny Tim..." Okay, not great. But not bad for just banging it in less than 10 minutes out while waiting for someone to come to the 11am meeting in my office.