Fleming’s mold wasn’t able to produce penicillin in large enough quantities to be useful. Early researchers had to grow entire forests of mold on every available surface of their laboratory in order to extract enough penicillin to treat one single infection. If scientists found a cure for cancer today, but it took the entire crop yield of Kansas to grow a single dose, would it matter?
Enter Mary Hunt, a lab assistant who worked with penicillin molds. She went shopping at a local fruit market and bought a cantaloupe covered in a strange looking golden mold. She decided to take it back to the lab to test it and found a hitherto undiscovered strain capable of producing 200 times the amount of penicillin. By the next year, hundreds of millions of units of penicillin were being produced in the United States, medical science became radically more effective, and that fruit market probably still kind of sucked.
Regardless, this chain of events allowed the USA to produce 2.3 million doses of penicillin just in time for the invasion of Normandy. They reached over 600 million doses by the end of the war. The rates of death from bacterial infections dropped from 18 percent in WWI to 1 percent in WWII, which allowed the Allied forces to keep their manpower – already in short supply – on the field and engaging the enemy. It may not have won the second World War on its own, but it sure gave the Allies a boost. You’re not reading this in German today because some small-time produce salesman looked at one particularly gross cantaloupe and said, “Eh, some jerk’ll probably still buy this.”
we got the houseclean for the landlord to do a walkthru
(mostly the husband, while I was sleeping, he has evil insomnia, but now our house is so pretty?)
and then we got a realtor
and actually went and looked at a house
with a horror movie room, istg
it made me think of that twitter spiel that’s been wandering around, with the lady who said she suddenly realized she was every dumb white lady in every horror movie ever and all because of some roses and a porcelain tub? I mean, we actively noticed the creepy, but still
for one thing the place didn’t smell right
the realtor was all, dogs maybe?
but I’ve been in scuzzy pet stores and shelters, I’ve known people who had sick pets or sick people and got behind with the pets
it was not dogs
(speaking of, they just had the dogs in the backyard, running around while no one was home, so not only is that not safe for the dogs, we the people viewing the house couldn’t actually look at the back of the house, or the foundation, or the yard, or the fence, because free-range unknown dogs jumping about.)
the smell also wasn’t, you know, oh we forgot to take the trash out and it sat for a week, or oops we should’ve shampooed the rugs this was
unpleasant and yet completely unidentifiable
(I mean, I don’t think it was a dead body smell, to judge from previous experience with roadkill and that one time we got squirrels in the walls when I was a kid? but it was not a good thing either)
and one of the bedrooms was locked
including the one from the bathroom, like, have you ever seen a bedroom-to-bathroom door that is lockable from inside the bedroom rather than the bathroom?
and no one was home, but both doors were locked so like … how did the owner get in there?
why would you lock a door when you have an appointment for a realtor to show your house so people have to be able to walk through it?
when the raven queen sends you to a lab to hunt some necromancers but when you get there a partially paralyzed cute wizard elf boy casts a tentacle spell on you and summons a bihorned unicorn and then eats a part of your crystal body