I really hate being lactose intolerant. Because I love ice cream, especially Neapolitan and mint chocolate chip.

Actually, maybe it's more that I have sensitive guts. They don't seem to like spicy food either. Rats. Popcorn just kinda sits there, chillin', until it's flushed out.

In the Honor Harrington novels, treecats can't digest celery, yet it boosts their telepathic powers. Go figure.

Treecats are very interesting. Unlike your standard movie alien, they're hexapedal, live in close-knit tribes and can't speak aloud. They sometimes bond with a human, able to share that person's emotions.

Is it any wonder I prefer sci-fi books to movies?

Incidentally, the father of modern science fiction was an autistic man. Hardly surprising. If you're curious, look up Hugo Gernsback.

I wonder what Adam and Eve's relationships with animals were like. Maybe they had a form or telepathy and/or empathy. Perhaps that capacity lies dormant in the human brain.