As you know, I have been working on an experiment in Biology involving the mating of fruit flies with various genetic traits to track inheritance and linkages. I was so thrilled with my little babies (by the way, I killed them all off, finishing the last ones today). I couldn't wait to get down and dirty in the data and prove that I could run an experiment successfully. Nevermind that my first 3 lab partners dropped the class. Nevermind that the 4th lab partner I was assigned (after all the work was done) never comes to class, and when she does, she leaves early. I am highly suspicious of all their numbers. But what can I do? That is the only data I have. I could lie and make numbers up. I am sooooo tempted.
Here is sit. I have personally counted and categorized about 600-700 of them. The other 300 or so were counted by "others." I have compiled the data and run Chi-squared statistical analysis on it. The results. . . wait for it. . . I should reject all my hypothesis. I feel like running down the street crying, screaming, and pulling my hair out. How could this happen!!!!?? I can see clearly that my mutants are sex-linked, but the numbers aren't strong enough. This stupid experiment is worth one-half a test. RRRRGGGGG.
Anyway, I am having dejavu. I am sitting in the hospital, Paul is unconscious, and I am worrying about a bunch of dumb, stupid, idiotic fruit flies.
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