
In the daylight, they're adorable fluffy white little babykins.
In the dark, they look like little rabid pigbats. If I saw one of those on my front porch at 4:30 AM I'd think it was a sick possum and try to whack it with a shovel out of sheer terror.
Science, we need to have a talk. Hold my hand, it's okay.
Science, you know I love you, right? Once I made that transition from early childhood science fiction to real science, and I went from the joys of Asimov to the humbling beauty of Tsiolkovsky, and then I had that incredible science professor, Father Leo, at Marian back in Indiana, you know it's only been about me and you, right? I mean, I know that official piece of paper says "history" and not "science," but a piece of paper can't tell you anything about love, sugar.
I love you, science. But here's the thing: you're starting to scare me a little. Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. Slow down there, fella.
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