A good friend of mine works at the Toronto Zoo and has an interesting job. I’m not sure what her job title or full job description is, but she’s a scientist and does a lot of lab work involving the fertility and reproductive well-being of the animals they have there. She’s a big-time animal lover and from what I’ve heard, loves her work. Her small talk about work oftens sounds cute and cuddly (e.g., “I held a baby dhole today,”) especially when there are pictures to go along with it, but being a reproductive scientist at a zoo involves more than just waiting patiently while the zoo animals get pregnant and then when they give birth, naming and cuddling the cute offspring. She gets to roll her sleeves up, sometimes literally, at the conception and pre-conception stages, which means she occasionally says things like:
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