So I compromised, by buying a jeweler's magnifying glass, which is death on the eyes, and a quart preserve jar. I was soon seen by the interested populace of Mexico City squatting, at all hours, over open sewers, slowly lowering my bottle, with a string tied around its neck, into the slime. On one side of me was a pail, on the other side an old window curtain for netting larger fauna. As the Mexican street cars refused to admit me with this suspicious paraphernalia, I had to hire little boys to carry the pail. The news spread that there was a gringa, loca, but with baksheesh, and I strode through the streets looking like a youth movement.
The glass bottle proving wholly inadequate for observation purposes, owing to its curved sides, which turned everything double, I now had to buy a glass aquarium, at enormous expense. Then, as my protozoa had to eat, I repaired to the artificial lake in the park, removed shoes and stockings and dredged up to my arm-pits for algae and water plants. My audience included more little boys, twenty or thirty interested Mexican adults and a policeman, who took down my name and address. By now I had secured the services of a scientist with a microscope, and when the mud in the aquarium had subsided, what world of wonders! Putting a drop on the slide, my teacher would find a protozoon, and, leaping aside, cry, "Now Look!" By the time I had looked, the protozoon had swum a millionth of an inch and there was nothing there.
After ten minutes of his traveling around in that drop of water, I would see him for one instant, but he usually saw me first. But it was great fun, and I began discovering things by myself overnight and keeping a diary. I made a page of passionate notes on an interesting black cocoon, which turned out to be the droppings of a snail, and did considerable scientific research on some little, wiggly, transparent beings, which turned out to be floating cells in my own eyes. When I did, finally and all by myself, find a fat Paramecium, I instantly turned the nose of the microscope down and squashed him.
Then I graduated from protozoa, proper, to the hydra and the flatworm, that charming creature that looks like a mean New England spinster with her eyes too close together. The flatworm married, presently; or divided; or budded-anyway she had thirty-five black babies, who teamed up to eat the hydra. Then there appeared, overnight, three hundred transparent shrimps. They rode around in a frenzied manner on each other's backs, and ate all the flatworms. I spent anxious hours fishing the shrimps out with a teaspoon, but the next morning they were thicker than ever!
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