The human element

While I'm busy figuring what's going on with these Georgian anoles, I thought I'd tell you a little bit about my field station here in Augusta (yes, I'm using the term field station extremely loosely).

The place where I'm staying is an extended stay hotel, and it is currently housing a large group of construction workers. Lying in bed, unable to sleep a few nights ago, I took up pen and paper...

"It's Saturday night, and apparently there is no work for them tomorrow. I can always tell when they aren't scheduled to work the next day. Raucous is a good word for it.  They bang on doors, shout excitedly in the halls (till early in the morning), and then there are the visitors. The gentleman above me is a heavy-footed, and I'm guessing large-bodied, enthusiastic man. He doesn't sleep much, but he does enjoy his women. I'm not sure who these women are, but as these men are here temporarily, I can guess. I've also seen the women being snuck in through a window (actually, I didn't stay for the entire act, I just witnessed the guy prying open the screen while the women waited). Entertaining as this all is, I so wish my earplugs were a bit more sound proof."

Did I mention there is no noise policy here?

And then there is the gentleman who stays in the room next to mine. My favorite habit of his is that he loves to get super-amped for church by playing the same five songs over and over, very loudly, from 6:30 to 7:30 in the morning. It's awesome. I don't know the words yet, but I can certainly pound out the rhythm to each song. In my sleep. Literally.

The other really great thing about this guy is his alarm. It goes off from 6:15 to 7:15 every morning during the week. I'm not sure if he's a heavy sleeper (it's possible) or already gone by then. I'm not usually up by 6:15. I haven't complained, because it's just not that kind of place. They're pretty happy if no one is killing anyone, so I guess I am, too.

I've worked from a range of field stations throughout the years, from a badly leaky tent in the desert (it rained a surprising amount) to an air conditioned house on the lagoon surrounded by manatees and dolphins (my last field season in Florida - no wonder I can't stop talking about that place!), to everything in between, but I think this has got to be the oddest. Must be the human element. But, the field season has just begun! It could get weirder...

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