A quick repeat of the story. I had just graduated from college and my brother was on his way back for his last year of vet school. Mother's new kitten, Albert needed to be neutered. I was rather sleepily eating my cereal at one end of the table while he attended to Albert at the other. (It really is a very simple surgery. I assisted him with another years later. There is a certain amount of female satisfaction to...oh never mind that.) Of course, he didn't have lots of fancy equipment so he used my mother's dish (which matched the one from which I was eating!)for "receiving."

When I asked him if he wasn't going to dispose of the "parts" he replied..."Doctors don't clean up after themselves!" a family joke for many years.