Was grad school too late to realize you hated archaeology?

Boredom overwhelmed you, like a physical presence. You dusted the velociraptor fossils some more. Just like you'd been doing for the last four hours, and the three full days before that. This was no Indiana Jones movie.

You wished aloud, more than anything, for something exciting to happen.

The earth stirred. Clay rose and shaped itself over the stone bones. The clay hardened to the consistency of flesh, before the velociraptor's form took a deep breath and lifted itself from the pit.

You had your excitement.