Lessons from the field

Written by: Ciara Hovis

Primary Source: Human+Nature Blog

As glamorous and thrilling as fieldwork might sound, no field season is complete without a few tales, typically funnier after the fact. Here’s my attempt to impart some humor and share lessons learned after the emotional trauma subsided.

Lesson #1: Try new things but acknowledge your limits

The second day of our trip, I was excited to eat a family-style dinner again (with a rotating “lazy susan” in the middle of the table). The pre-dinner chit chat centered around the food the drivers brought. Now, I am not fluent in Chinese, but I can understand and say most things like “I”, “want”, “no”, “yes”, “eat”, “dog”…

I snapped to attention as I heard that last word with another word…”meat”—狗肉(gǒu ròu). People noticed my comprehension and started laughing. All I could stammer out was a feeble “shén me?” (What?). As I examined the dish, I swear I saw a paw. Now, I do not care if other cultures eat animals my culture cherishes as pets. We eat cows, chickens, and pigs in the United States (making us a little hypocritical when judging the types of animals other countries eat). But I digress.

Dinner table in ChinaHowever, this still managed to upset my American, dog-loving sensibilities. “It’s ok, you don’t have to eat it, just avoid it like you avoid the chicken feet,” I told myself. However, the lazy susan turned so the heaping bowl of dog meat was in front of me. My rudimentary Chinese failed me and I sputtered nonsense as I was urged to try it. “Ok, maybe later,” said the head of the lab. The bowl swiveled away from me, only to pass by repeatedly.

I began wondering if I should try it. The amount of cred I would get with my Chinese companions would surely outweigh a moment of palate discomfort. I kept challenging myself to casually grab a piece with my chopsticks the next time it came around. But each time, I failed. I worked myself up so much that I couldn’t eat anything. Then dinner ended. I didn’t eat any dog, but I also didn’t eat much of anything.

Lesson #2: Don’t be a research martyr

Sick woman at Chinese hospitalThis next tale occurred after one week of data collection. In foreign countries, consuming unfamiliar foods can come with a risk. Early in the trip, I experienced some stomach issues. I didn’t tell anyone, determined to endure for science. As the days went on, I started feeling less and less well. I chalked it up to exhaustion, as I was getting up at 3 a.m. every day and not resting much. Why? Because you must suffer for science! At least that’s what I told myself.

After a few days, I went to bed early in an attempt to heal myself. I woke up several times throughout the night to puke and finally relented at 2:30 a.m. I called my partner, Long, and told him no fieldwork that day, as I was a little sick. He called my bluff and came to my room. He saw my condition and said I should probably go to the hospital. I told him I was fine (not true), and got him to leave. Five hours later, I could not keep medicine or even water down, and agreed I needed medical attention. After an interesting trip to a Chinese hospital and two IVs, I was fine. However, I ended up losing two days of data collection.

Lesson #3: Accidents happen, and crying in the field is ok sometimes

recorderThis final tale occurred with three days left of the trip. We all have off days, right? This particular day I was very off. I forgot protocol steps, made datasheet mistakes, and had difficulty making decisions. Long was such a trooper. I, however, was getting more and more frustrated with myself. The breaking point was when I dropped my recorder I used to document birdcalls in the rice paddy. I watched in horror as my expensive piece of equipment sank beneath the rice stalks. I rescued it and it seemed to be operational. However, it soon became clear we had to stop or it might become irrecoverably damaged.

I told Long it was no use to continue, and we went to meet our driver. The combination of the stress, sleep deprivation, and fear of losing my precious recorder culminated in tears. As a woman in science, I desperately try to appear strong and uninfluenced by emotions, so this is my worst fear. Poor Long. I put him through a lot that day. He tried to console me, which I appreciated and we headed back to the hotel. Things did get better. My recorder made a full recovery after sitting in the sun for several hours, and we went back to the same site and gathered some of the best data from the trip.

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Ciara Hovis
Ciara Hovis is a PhD student in the Fisheries and Wildlife Department and works primarily in the Center Systems Integration and Sustainability under Dr. Jack Liu. She attended Penn State University for her undergraduate degree and began her PhD work in the summer of 2016. Her research focuses on the environmental effects of global agriculture trade, focusing on soybean cultivation in northeast China.
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