On Tuesday I happened by his house and saw his own microscope out on the kitchen table and a jar of fermenting leaves and filthy water enticingly on the window sill. I scraped off a blob of decomposing vegetation and had a look. Here's a video of someone taken with my iphone, through the eyepiece. Not having Gaylord's book, I'm not sure what it is -- if you do, let me know in the comments.
Before I left my dad said "Make sure to put him back in the water, don't want to bake the little fellow."
Which is just one of the reasons I love my dad. Memories of jars of festering, stagnant water are others.
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