
Most little boys want to be a fireman when they grow up, or maybe a cop or something like that. Never heard of one imaging himself as a pharmacologist. A dapper lad, ain't he?
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The day opened here gray, wet, and dreary. Closed down pretty much the same way. Mom was away at a conference and missed out on our wet walk at the farm. Walking in the rain can be a transforming experience, but mostly you just get wet. What we endured this morning was nothing more than an ordinary Ohio rain. Let me tell you about rain in Alaska, though.
There's a place south of Anchorage called Whittier, on the western side of Prince William Sound. The refrain in Alaska when you're heard complaining about the weather where you are is, "Remember, it's shittier in Whittier." When it rains hard in Whittier you can go from bone dry to thoroughly (and I mean
thoroughly) drenched to the skin in roughly ten to fifteen seconds. Mammalian skin is suitably waterproof, though acutely defenseless in a Whittier rain. Stay outside during a hard Whittier rain beyond about thirty seconds and you'll fill up with water until you resemble some grotesque walking edema.
Where was I... right. So anyway, we all got wet this morning and hallelujah! - Lucy didn't start stinking again. See, she got sprayed by a skunk a little over a week ago. We quickly deskunked her with the proven recipe that oxidizes those
nasty thiols that make skunk spray stink. Problem solved, right? Not exactly. Cleansing in a strong oxidizer (hydrogen peroxide) works pretty well, but you never get it all, and so everytime she gets wet water acts to reduce the thiol bonds returning the molecule to its oderiferous state! Yuck. Given enough time, though, it all eventually disappears.