His foot slipped and he flailed, arms pinwheeling to catch himself before he fell. In his haste to lay out his specimens, Jason had lined up four of the pseudoshrimp, setting each on its own piece of corkboard. His hand hit the third in the row, slamming down on its abdomen. The impact caused the creature’s stinger to burst forth, hard enough to puncture the thin blue plastic of his glove.
Deserved.
