I found a 1917 reference to the Q Fever. Cats nervously switching her tail while figuring eights. Muttering about unique terminals, adenine, guanine, splicing in vitro.
Of course when I am trying to work it out, dig it out, dear husband NEEDS help desperately with yard, in garage, needs an errand run and a Home Depot pick up.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
If he only read Q.
Be Back Later. I hope.
Sounds like they crossed the flu with Q fever “accidentally, of course.