My (Swiss)French, Poop-Scented Postdoc Project
With any luck, this chapter of my life will be called, I Learned French Following a Flower that Smells Like Poop. The only problem is that I currently speak less French than my Midwestern Dad (Hi Daddio!). In addition to learning a new language, studying the chemical language of plant-insect interactions reveals that communication can be tricky for more than just us humans: the flowers in the Araceae family are full of deceit. Now I am sure you are thinking, "What does poop-s