Its my hands the puss is getting on what are you complaining about!? She wanted to snap. Cam, however, bit her tongue and kept on working. The way he backed up struck her with an idea. It was all she really had, and he couldn't get mad at her for doing what he told her to do! He couldn't prove that it was on purpose. When pulling the first worm free from the bat Cam gave the last tug a bit to hard, causing the worm to squirt puss all over the table.

"Sorry sir. I suppose I'm still getting the feel of the worms." She mumbled, her voice nasally as she was trying not to breathe too deeply. Careful to keep her face blank, she dropped the worm in the bucket, then set to work on the next worm. This one managed to sink it's teeth into her thumb. Cam grimaced slightly at the contact, but didn't pause. This worm was wound all through the bat. Hm. Lots more puss from this one me thinks. Cam thought, grinning on the inside. And this, sir, is why I didn't wear my school robes. No sense in getting them covered in puss. She thought giddily as she went about the distasteful task.