(I walk into the kitchen and notice a small vial of dark liquid on the counter and pick it up. My mother is in school to be a medical assistant.) Me: What's this? Mom: A vial of my blood. Me: ... Why is this here? Mom: We were practicing blood draws in class today and they were just going to throw it out. I thought I'd put it in the freezer. That way if I ever get abducted you'll have a sample of my DNA.