Run #7

24 12 2012

Recap: My preliminary runs were exciting, although it was difficult to get used to releasing a thousand dollars in the form of small particles and watching it drift away in the ocean.  In my experiment, as designed, a single male abalone was incapable of fertilizing an egg, even if a female was spawning right next to him.  I wasn’t convince that my design was perfectly awesome since it only showed the results of a single male spawning for 10-minutes when often a spawning event takes place for up to an hour.  After revising my project design, I was ready for a second take…

My tide pool at Site 8 (B. Blaud)

My tide pool at Site 8 (B. Blaud

 

It was the perfect day for a tide-pool experiment.  The tide was low, but not too low, the sky was clear, the temperature a comfortable 72 degrees, and the waves were not too high.  By all reasoning, I should have been in a great mood, but I couldn’t relax.  The experiment has tripled in size, and we are now releasing three times as many particles into the water, which means that over $2500 is now being released into the tide pool to float away.  I couldn’t deal with any thought of failure and wanted this run to be successful so bad, I could taste it.  It tastes salty, like a combination of ocean, sweat, and tears. 

 

 

I scrambled to get everything ready: all the sample bottles clean and present, all the tubes labeled and secured, triple checked that the particles were packed (there’s nothing like hiking for an hour to realize the guest of honor is back in the room), and hoped I wasn’t forgetting anything major – I knew I would forget something, I could feel it, but was hoping it was something that could be fixed in the field.  While setting up for the run down at the site, I realized I forgot the snap-shackles, which are used to firmly anchor the nose of the IV tube in the water.  I knew I forgot something!!!  Annoying, but not major, and something that can be improvised with some well-placed rocks.  Catastrophe averted, but I still couldn’t relax.  There were too many possibilities for things to go wrong along the way.

 

Black abalone on San Nicolas Island (B. Blaud)

Black abalone on San Nicolas Island (B. Blaud)

I went over the choreography for the experiment, because in my mind, the whole thing is like one big dance.  It needs to be timed, everyone’s movements synchronized, and when it goes well, it’s quite pretty to watch.  Dave, to clarify after I described the process, asks if he is releasing his sperm at 0, 1, 5, 10, 20, 30, 45, and 60 minutes after the initial release.  Incredulous, and rather impressed that anyone would be able to release their sperm in timely intervals like that, I suggested that I be the only one to release sperm, as mine is in the form of surrogate, sperm-sized particles and not real sperm.  Everyone agreed that that would be best, and would collect samples at those intervals instead.

 

Everyone took their place, and I had enough amazing volunteers that each person was responsible for only one distance.  I was the bucket lady, running around rinsing sample bottles between collections to avoid left-over particles, making sure the sperm supply didn’t run out, keeping track of the time and orchestrating the sample collections.  Someone later suggested I should teach an aerobics class, because my voice barked orders in a no-nonsense way.  I took it as a compliment.

 

It all went rather smoothly.  I glared at Glenn when he suggested as much halfway through the experiment.  “Don’t jinx it!”  I know science and superstition don’t exactly go hand in hand, but science is about exploring the unknown.  I’m not about to tempt fate and will do anything to ensure a successful run, including not mentioning how well it’s going until I’m sure nothing can go wrong!  It’s along the same line as not saying the number seven at the craps table when the button is on.  If someone had suggested that I can also improve my odds of success by clicking my shiny, red heels together while exclaiming, “this WILL work” three times, I would have done it without a second thought, totally comfortable looking like an idiot as long as all is right in my world.  Essentially, even though it was going amazingly well, I still couldn’t relax until the last sample was collected and safely packed away.

Mel, Eric, and Glenn enjoying an E.O.D.B. at the top of Heartbreak Hill (B. Blaud)

Mel, Eric, and Glenn enjoying an E.O.D.B. at the top of Heartbreak Hill (B. Blaud)

 

Despite my fears and insecurities, it was perfect.  There are always things that can be corrected and perfected, but nothing major went wrong.  Once all my samples were stowed, I could finally smile and laugh at the sperm-related jokes.  At the end of the day, for the first time ever, I was able to hike up Heart Break Hill without stopping to “look for whales,” while carrying a 50lb backpack.  Although my backpack was heavier, weighed down with water samples, my burden was lighter now that the run was successfully completed. 

 

Since we were only able to find funds to pay for one run, the rest of the week was spent in the kitchen counting particles.  Planning for this, I brought a dissecting scope (I’m no longer going to even try to deal with a coulter counter) and all the supplies needed for counting the egg and sperm-sized particles.  With few distractions that life on SNI offers (mainly, no cell reception and limited internet access), I was able to buckle down and power through the counting, completing over half my samples.  It’s a good start!

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