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Freshman year college, first semester, got a job at an insectary greenhouse raisin' BUGS. I hadn't even made it to day 1 when my mom forced me to quit because I was in school to study, not work. I was not deterred, so the next year I got a job at the vertebrate museum sortin' ALL MANNER OF FROGS.

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In the long term: - came to realization that my mom was financially abusive - I raise bugs in a greenhouse for free (because I suck at pest management), and - found out that if you get hit in the head with the words "Pseudacris" "Rana" and "Hyla" enough, you will get brain damage (make webcomics)

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