I wonder why Schrödinger chose a cat for his box of death. Or should I say, box of life and death existing at the same time.
Cats are cute, cuddly, and innocent.
Things that aren't cute, cuddly and innocent are the raccoons rooting through my garbage and crapping in the garage. He could have filled the box with trillions of mosquitoes. Or put my neighbour in there, who doesn't pick up his dog poo.
I mean, was this guy really that much of a genius?
