I just realised that I don't know what happened to Charlotte.

Charlotte being the quokka that we dissected - you know, shave off the gluteus maximus and then get told it wasn't the gluteus maximus that we shaved off, squeal at the formalin burning out our eyes and then squeal at the quokka because the formalin made it's eyes all cloudy and bright blue, as well as laughing because Wilbur stank like a BOMB.

Wilbur being the sea turtle that shared the table with us because gardening secateures make really awesome dissecting tools. If Wilbur was going to be named Wilbur despite it's ambiguous gender then Wilbur bloody well deserved to have a Charlotte with him... her... it.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I wonder where Mrs Cadaver went...