I went to church last Sunday with my owner; he was taking the service, and the congregation were kind enough to invite me along as well. And on the whole, I was very well behaved. I sat on the back of a pew and listened quietly to the whole sermon. I joined in the hymns with some whistles and squawks. And I didn’t surprise anybody by suddenly landing on their head. Of course, I can’t go anywhere without making a bit of a mess. By the end of the service, there was a small moun

I think that humans provide many hours of fascinating study. Why do some humans turn out the way that they do? How much of their...