
Photo Credit: Louis Reed. Photo obtained from unsplash.
A couple of weeks ago, I heard a mom shriek from my living room and ran to see my mom standing on top of a chair, pointing at a mouse scurrying across the floor. I shrieked and quickly climbed on to the same chair as her. I looked at my mom expectantly, waiting for her to go and save me from this four-legged fiend. She was waiting for me to save her, because apparently, once you learn how to handle mice for your neuroscience research, you become the official mouse-catcher in the house. In a tragic but funny way, that interaction with the poor mouse was the closest I felt to doing neuroscience research in months.








