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Napisany przez j7oyun55rruk w Jan 3, 2024 10:51:59 GMT 1
Cooper sprayed my tape recorder with some kind of disinfectant. The sign on the door read: Quarantine. Violators face fines. I decided it was better not to tell my own gene editing adventures, it was far from safe. Behind the door is like a barren zoo filled with animals of all sizes. It smells of both a hospital and a petting zoo. Nontoxic toads hopped around in several cages around the plastic tank. There were about a dozen of them, about ten weeks old, each centimeter long. Look how active they are, Cooper said. thought a toad might need C Level Contact List artificial plants, a basin of water, a lamp. I'm reminded of Mr. Toad's house in Kenneth Graham's fairy tale The Wind in the Willows, full of every modern convenience. One of the toads sticks out its tongue and grabs a cricket. They eat almost anything, said. even each other. If Big Toad meets Little Toad, she's guaranteed dinner. If a colony of non-toxic toads is released, they are unlikely to persist for long. Some will be eaten by narrow-nosed crocodiles, lizards, or viper-like snakes, and the rest will disappear among the hundreds of millions of poisonous toads already scurrying around. The result was a batch of non-toxic toads. After the conversation, Cooper offered to see the toad for himself. To do this, we go deep, through several sealed doors and security levels. We all wear hazmat suits over our clothes and shoe covers over our shoes.
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