Squander writes with justified awe about the wonders of genetically modified plants. I have attended boxing tournaments with an Australian woman who worked on the very explosive-munching GMOs upon which he marvels.
Almost as marvellously, she once marched into work in the lab where she was a PhD student and expressed her outrage that her walk through Cambridge that morning had been ruined by the city council putting detergent all over the pavements. It was of course a northern-hemisphere winter and the “detergent” was frost.
[Apologies to Hak and to sheep-shaggers everywhere for originally, incorrectly, and insensitively identifying the subject of this story as a Kiwi.]