The rats, all named after fictional detectives, can identify the distinct criminal odors of gunpowder, drugs and more. For cheap.
One tiny glove for mankind. Plus one totally normal-sized one.
Well, probably, but how can you tell?
A Soyuz rocket carrying members of the International Space Station's Expedition 37 crew takes off from Kazakhstan at 4:58 p.m. Eastern.
Joseph Braybrook had a very nerdy summer.
Apparently no one at the Romanian journal that ran it was a Thriller fan. Or realized Bernoulli hasn't published a paper since his death in 1782.
Patrick, a male gorilla with a history of not playing nice with others, is being moved to make room for the zoo's newest gorilla bachelors.
Stanford scientists are working on a light-controlled pacemaker.
You think those monkeys aren't gossiping about you? How naive.
Turrell, whose solo exhibit at the Guggenheim closes Wednesday, doesn't just play with the way our eyes work; he exploits how our mind processes images to reveal that at a fundamental level, everything we see is an illusion.