"Super mouse evolves resistance to most poisons." (BBC)
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German and Spanish mice on their hols in North Africa have found the lady mice of the Casbah much to their liking. "The Germans always get here first; swill copious amounts of beer and warfarin and seem none the worst," said the de-frocked priest turned scientist,"it gets them in that thigh slappin' party time mood. Then it's towels on the sun loungers and off they scuttle to find an Arabian princess," What about the Spanish? "They're always much later to arrive. They're all back in Spain engaging in the three hour tapas, a glass or two of red then siesta. Later in the evening more tapas and a nice white then hit the nest around 3.30am. Early next day somehow they're down town pissing off loads of angry bulls which chase them through narrow streets. Already late for an Algerian date by around 1.5 million years, it's not too much of a priority when a well placed horn is about to connect with the smallest butt in Europe." And what of the survivors? "Oh, for lucky furries, it's boats and planes across the Med and some gene leaking in hell hot Algeria."
Now...you may be wondering; will cousin ratie have their lost weekends too? Well, why not. The relatives are having the genetic exchanging time of their lives, so for ratie it'd be a simple equation: Today Algiers, a quick globe trot then it's Black Death 2 time. Would there be enough Hamelin pipers to go around, working their olde miracle magic before we're all pox and puss? You'd better hope so.
(Photo: BBC)
