Stumbling Upon Death

On days where my field work consists of plant surveys and general observations, I walk several miles across various habitats – dunes, grasslands, and steep rocky cliffs, to name a few. Those days are remarkably peaceful. That feeling might be expected given the rhythmic lapping of the ocean waves and general solitude. I get lost in my own head, where I create complex stories where I help Kanye West be responsible for water bottles or save the world from an army of robot-Santorums using only my wits and my stunning good looks. Nothing rips me out of that reverie faster the death. Read More Stumbling Upon Death