Pesticide
Earlier today, I was cutting up a tomato for lunch, and thought, oh, I don't need to wash this, it is an Icelandic hothouse tomato, and there is no need for pesticides here in Iceland.
A couple of hours later, Palmer was outside playing with his toys in the dirt, when a workman came up and explained to us that he would be spraying pesticide all over all the trees. Hmm.
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My son on the other hand seemed to think it was just fine to kill off all the catapillars, after that one tried to attack him. He is not quite the environmentalist his mom is, yet.