Close your eyes (not literally because then you’ll have to stop reading) and picture a typical Iowa family sitting down for dinner. There’s a plate full of charred animal flesh and a pile of home-grown corn. Dad sits down at the table. He offers thanks for the meal. He picks up a piece of corn. He takes a bite. He cracks an incisor in half on a little Michigan helmet! Yeah!
Come on scientists! We can land a man on the moon but we can’t inject a chemical that grows little Michigan helmets into Iowa corn crops?