"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a
hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a
wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act
alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer,
cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for
insects."   - Robert Heinlein

Of all the above, the one that appeals to me most just now is making love.  Oh, that wasn't in the list?   Okay.  I'll settle for playing in the hayloft.  Oh, that wasn't there either? 

Oh.  But I can balance accounts allright!  $1000 worth of bills in my left hand and another $1000 worth of bill in my right hand while I'm yet standing on both feet.  That's perfect balance.

I ate spare ribs on the 4th of July and set the bones in a garbage can.  Does that count?

How about conning a plane?  Some say I bear an eerie resemblance to Cyrus the Virus (John Malkovich) in Con Air.  But I feel more comfortable saying  "Put the bunny back in the box."

Planning an invasion is usually overkill.  Just do it.  It really take nothing to get up in the middle of the night and open the refrigerator door.

Hence, entomologists don't just study insects.  They are insects.

I suppose if I had to be an entomologist, I'd want to be an even-more specialized  forensic entomologist.  What do they do?  It's fascinating: check it out.

I could never butcher a hog unless it was absolutely necessary.  Though I used to butcher insects in my youth just for the hell of it (a.k.a "I shot a man in Reno...just to watch him die.")   But I never specialized in the butchering of insects.  Ergo, I am not one of them.  whew.

Is pitching manure the same as shooting the shit?   I'm really good at that.