Wander With Wild Things

No Friday Fun Fact for you!  I will be away all weekend, drinking working hard at an aquatic conservation conference.  And debating my latest puzzle:  why does science insist we write in the driest, most boring fashion imaginable?  Do they deliberately try to create a body of literature so inaccessible to any person with a spark of imagination?  Every time I try to slip in the smallest of colourful adjectives, I am slapped down by the mighty hand of the Personality Police.  God forbid someone might actually have an emotion, or even worse, smile, while reading a report.  For we must maintain the harmonic, transparent, joyous relationship that science currently has with the public and within its own ranks.  By the way, yes, that clanking sound you hear IS in fact my eyes rolling all the way back in my skull at that last...