Turns out there has been some actual scientific purpose to today’s slopping around. The naturalists are preparing a list of plants associated with bogs in this part of Midgard. To that end, samples have been carefully collected and pressed. Because, as I always say, no vouchers, no data. (Actually, I don’t always say that, because I have no idea what it means. The human female says it a lot, though, so it must be something sciencey.)
It’s very important that the plant press be closed tightly if the specimens are to turn out nicely.
Plucking on the webbing yields a nice, high pitch, so we are good to go.
Fifty specimens, with duplicates of each. That is a prodigiously plump press! Wouldn’t it be just awful if the straps came undone in the back of the truck at 75 mph on the way home?