Ian decided his rest was over. He needed to get this done. He checked over his pot once again, making sure it was still ok. He pulled his gloves back on, slipped a pair of goggles over his eyes and headed back for the cart. This time, the voice in his head (theoretically speaking to the bulbs) was working overtime.

NOTHING TO SEE HERE, BULBIES! Just a calm student, out for a stroll through the greenhouses, not looking to catch bouncy bulbs AT ALL! He continued to move cautiously over to the bulb basket because he really wanted to be done with this assignment. It was taking a lot out of him. Ian wondered how he could manhandle large Atlantic Cod, but couldn't get a handle on wee purple baby bulbs. It was vexing, to say the least.

When he was near enough to the cart to reach out and grab bulbs, he decided to try a different tack. He watched. He observed, he stood as still as he could, hoping another student didn't come along and agitate the bulbs. He was getting close to exhausted. He watched...and waited.....