so I almost died last week

but didn't.

meant to tell you about it.

sorry.

here's what happened:

There was a deadly strain of TB that cripples the neurologic system stored in a lab directly across the hall from our own. Strike 1. (It'd be nice to know that ahead of time, you know? Maybe make you think twice about working there/breathing)

So, the doctors in that lab are done fucking with the TB or whatever and need to destroy it before it kills me and everyone else. OK.

Problem: they should probably notify the people across the hall before they pump in a lethal concentration of fermaldahyde (which, as a bonus, is carcinogenic for those keeping score at home) into the ventalation system in order to neutralize the strain. It turns out everyone in the building had received an email specifying the need for a prompt evacuation of the building before 5 0'clock Friday. That is, everyone BUT us.

to make a long story short, we escaped by the skin of our teeth (and thus prevented a similarly horrendous affliction from showing up in any of my progeny due to exposure). It very nearly screwed our study over though, as we happen to house a CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE (cocaine, governed by strict federal laws) in a refrigerated safe on our floor that is critical for the injections we give the rats everyday. Seeing as we had no time to figure out another plan and the alternative was death, the guys I work with had to do all the stuff with the animals while sporting full out nuclear radiation garb.

So there. That's it.

I escaped.

Try as they might, can't get DTM down (or, in this case, out).