I mean, I'm not sqeamish. Maybe it's sort of a guilt thing. I've always felt bad for bugs. Always stepped on--be it by me or someone else--always feared just because they're all pretty damn ugly.
Maybe it is my penance to be buzz-bombed by giant flies while trying innocently to brush my teeth. In AP Bio last year, I had to kill thousands of fruit flies all in the name of science. We used to dump them, along with the blue medium they lived in, into this jar of alcohol called the morgue. Their spirits have come back to haunt me.
Modernization always has its casualties. Harvard, in its sprit of progressive thought and intellectual advances, has neglected one key spot in its march toward the future. Our bathrooms.
Jonathan A. Bresman '95 and his evil twin, Zeus, are planning to shower every morning in Mass Hall.
I might get eaten alive by the insects floating in my shower scum.
I didn't know college could be so dangerous.