In between those extremely productive sessions of “working” from home, are you starting to get a little bored? Are the roommates starting to feel like spouses and grocery shopping like a treat? Maybe you should try something a little different, maybe make a home-cooked meal. Then again, it looks like your roommates have once again filled up both basins with dirty dishes, so maybe it’s not worth the effort. You could call home … but then I guess you don’t really need any more information from Mom about how long the virus can live on cardboard boxes, or gas pumps, or people you met on Tinder.
Now, remember, if while you are out you see any corona-zombies, maintain at least six feet, not that anyone would want to go within six feet of the flower-pressing plant geek anyway, except if you happen to be carrying hand sanitizer or toilet paper. Corona-zombies feed off those, so don’t carry them. Despite the common misconception, most infections are not transmitted by the bite of the corona-zombie but in skin to skin contact in the fracas over TP and hand sanny.
Should some do-gooder come up and get all indignant with you about collecting wild plants, just tell them you’ll be donating them to your local herbarium, for science and stuff. If they really get uppity with you, just take out the collecting permit you obtained back in your Plant Systematics days, and shove it in their face, err, six feet from their face.
Your job security is probably diminishing by the hour at this point, and who knows if any other jobs will open up again ever, but if we do eventually defeat the corona-zombies, you can possibly leverage your quarantine-time botanical collections for a job in an herbarium at your local university. Everyone knows universities are bottomless pits of money, and donating specimens is a great way to ingratiate yourself with herbarium directors.