Genetics love + food documentaries =

I've always been fascinated by genetics. It's so freaking cool! In fact, it's a major theme in my story. But I've also loved documentaries. So I watched food inc a bit ago. Which totally blew my mind and now I check the packaging on EVERYTHING to see how much corn is in it. There's a lot my friends.

Anyways. That led to this discussion on the 4th of July as my mom was cutting up the watermelon for the ward party. It wasn't really a discussion, more of me saying random thoughts out loud while laying on the floor.

How do they make seedless watermelons? Are the genetically modified? Do they breed them to be sterile? Are they like mules and ligers? How do they make more of them if there's no seeds? What if we eventually run out of watermelon because all of it is seedless? I'd be ok with that.

Just googled the answer my friends. They're hybrids. They cross a male with 22 chromosomes with a female with 44, making the new watermelon have 33 chromosomes. It's exactly like a mule, and not the same genetic modification included in Food Inc. the documentary. So you all can go on eating your seedless watermelon while I still think its disgusting.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I hate watermelon. I've never liked the thing, never will. So I'll just wonder about it's genes instead.

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