building that houses the fish. We are greeted by a locked door. Covertly, one of the taxonomists punches in a key code and whirls us into a room that looks like a library, only instead of books on the shelves, there are jars. Big jars. Little jars. Each with at least one bloated corpse bobbing in yellowing liquid. A giant eel is accordioned into a glass barrel like a gargantuan piece of ribbon candy. A small jar full of minnows looks like a jar of capers. There are fish that look like scorpions, like Koosh balls, like old men, like tinfoil oragami. So odd to think this is what we came from. So
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