“When I was 7 years old, I traveled to the Florida Keys with my grandmother and learned to snorkel, spending most of the day, every day, for over a week, peering down at countless corals bursting in indescribable shapes and glorious colors.
Nearly 30 years later, I returned to the same beaches, eager to strap on my mask and dive in. I was excited to show my West Coast-raised partner the beauty I knew to be hidden beneath the gentle aquamarine surface.
But there was no color left.”
However, there’s hope. Some intrepid scientists are using some creative techniques, including IVF, to help baby coral survive a challenging new landscape. I got to talk to them for this article for The Daily Beast.
I had a lot of fun putting together this story on how the bad science of miasma actually ended up doing some good in Victorian London:
Plastics aren’t the only thing that fish are eating; now they are consuming fibers (from our clothes washing machines) too. I wrote about a new study on the subject on what’s in fish stomachs—and what that may mean for human beings’ health—in my latest article for Mental Floss.
In short, “the mismanagement of our waste is coming back to haunt us in our food,” Chelsea Rochman, lead researcher for the study and a postdoctoral fellow in conservation biology at the University of California, Davis, told mental_floss.
Which is a nice way of saying we are eating our own garbage.
My first article for Mental Floss was on one of my favorite topics: Male Birth Control. I honestly think it would be a better world for men and women if men had more birth control options—women have more than a dozen—men have only 2.