We learned this week of a partial success in the field of artificial speciation.
I don't understand.
What's the deal with that?
Artificial speciation.
The science of creating new species via human intervention.
It is a common expression round our way.
I get it.
Right O. Carry on.
We learned that boffins who had set themselves the task of reconstituting the woolly mammoth.
Sure, why not?
Had fallen arguably somewhat short and come up instead with a woolly mouse.
We learned
that the white coated poindexters of frankly misleadingly named outfit Colossal Biosciences were trying to style this
out as a work in progress,
claiming that the admittedly luxuriantly fluffy rodents had mammoth like traits.
Which is somewhat like arguing that one's garden shed has Sydney Opera House like traits.
Sure, they're both buildings with doors and a roof, etc.
But come on.
We learned nevertheless
that the bespectacled weirdos responsible