An ammonite in the Cretaceous ocean Was filled with the strongest emotion Her exquisite suture Preserved in the future But of extinctions, she had absolutely no notion.
A crayfish from the Early Cretaceous Was so large it was considered predaceous With one giant claw You were shoved in its maw Producing scat that was also hellacious.
(Poem was debuted live on October 18, 2009 at the Geological Society of America annual meeting in Portland, Oregon.)
I am an ichnologist, someone who studies the traces and trace fossils left by life: tracks, trails, burrows, and other indirect signs of behavior. Modern and ancient traces alike interest me, as these lend insights on how behavior has changed through time (or not).