easily affected by true stories of evil like I am.
My brain starts playing La Mer (the Julio Iglesias version at the end of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy or What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong) when I read stories like that.
If you look at them up close, you can see that every time you cut on them with a sharp knife, lots of small micro plastic pieces are cut off.
Ugh, at this point I'm resigned to the fact that there's always going to be something.
Notwithstanding their impressive feats for the time, Ancient Romans had lead pipes for example.
Today we have microplastics (and some lead issues still, too, from lead solder, etc.) Among other things.
Tomorrow, it'll be something like nanites accumulating in our body, or gamma radiation exposure from faulty shielding in whatever spacecraft futurehumans are flying in.
That's why I always dug quarantine tunnels in Terraria.