Anila poked the newt. Twice. Gulping, she picked up a spoon-like utensil and poked it again. She took a shallow breath and leaned over the newt.

Using her thumb and forefinger, she pulled apart the skin around the eye. Then, she dug the edge of the utensil into the gap she just made, scooping around the eye. It popped out with a shlick-pop sound, and she tipped it into the vial.

Now. Cut off the tail. Using a scalpel, she started sawing at the tail. It went smoothly until the scalpel found the bone. No matter how hard she hacked, scraped or sawed, the tail would snap. She was left with a mess of a half dismembered newt and nasty perservation fluid. Anila opened her mouth to call the professor, but he seemed tied up with a girl with bubbly hands.

She sighed and looked down at her newt.