[okay so sometimes there are good days and other times in the middle of a bunch of other crap happening, your favorite crazy old man labcoat buddy disappears and you can't even get properly angry about it without spacing out. those are the times you need to trust in science, and knives, and the type of science you do with knives by cutting open severed heads you may have conveniently left in a shallow grave in the public greenspace (and then forgotten about until a couple days later)

tl;dr there's an apparently cheerful woman taking a stinky plastic bag of dead head from the garden to the bathroom for science, you're welcome]