Science is a journey, not a destination. It’s an endless process of collecting data, devising a hypothesis, and then testing it from every angle like a velociraptor probing its enclosure fence. And it can get messy. Just ask the paleontologists who had to push their stuck truck out of the mud on the way to a remote dig where finding fossilized poop would be their greatest success. Or the intrepid team that followed monkeys through the forest canopy as the animals noshed on boozy, fermented fruit. As drunks often do,…
