The Entire Premise of Jurassic Park Is Wrong Because of Mosquitoes

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You're probably going to want to sit down for this one. And hold your loved ones near if you've got them, because it's time to wake up from our slumber of lies—apparently Jurassic Park is, in fact, not scientifically accurate. All because of one little, mistyped mosquito.

For the uninitiated (i.e. those presumably raised in Cold-War-era bomb shelters), the entire film series is possible because scientists extract blood from the gut of an amber-preserved prehistoric mosquito. Then, they use that DNA to clone the gigantic lizard monsters of the Jurassic period, place them all on an island, and create a much more exciting, fatal sort of Disney World. You know, science.

However, as Navy entomologist Joe Conlon told Business Insider, the species of mosquito shown in the film (Toxorhynchites rutilus) never actually fed on blood. What's more, they could have used any other species of mosquito and been fine—our Toxorhynchites rutilus friend is the only type that doesn't feed on the crimson nectar. Of course, another issue comes in the fact that DNA can't in any way stay viable for 80 million years (among a few other tiny problems ranging from to the fact that there's never any explanation as to how they got prehistoric plant DNA to why in god's name no one ever shut that girl up), but hey, details.

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We do apologize for lifting the comforting veil of deceit, but you needed to know. And thanks for the lies, Spielberg. [Business Insider]

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Kyle Wagner

Ashley, this is like, just, I mean—OK, put it like this: Imagine your grandfather (or if you do not especially like either grandfather, someone else's—Peter Falk in The Princess Bride, maybe). This grandfather has lived a fabulous life, full and happy, with all love you could ever want. He had a strong marriage with a good woman. She made him want to be the best version of himself. You remember, more than anything, how he looked at her—the look you only see from a man who wouldn't change one wrinkle, one fold. She got old, like everyone does, but gracefully; rounded maybe more than curved now, and she was more beautiful for it, certainly more impressive. The grandfather knew she wasn't perfect, but he loved her enough that on most days it seemed perfectly plausible that she could be. She passed a few years ago, but memories of their life together still make him smile when he thinks back on them.

And then, one day, a stranger comes to the door, he knocks. The old man answers. I fucked your wife, the stranger says. Here is the DNA evidence. You needed to know.