Stupid Stir Bars

So this is for any errant scientist that stumbles across this microscopic corner of the internet.

I hate stir bars. With the heat of 10,000 burning suns. I can never get them to be quiet. Constantly clicking and ticking and whirring and occasionally deciding to be Mexican jumping beans. I feel like I spend half my life pushing a beaker or a flask around a stir plate, trying to make it shut up.

So I "drew" a comic strip to vent my frustrations (rather than throwing the beaker full of hot agar at the window). My artistic skills are non-existent, so feel free to laugh at my sad little stick figure rather than the sentiment intended.