Every winter in Vancouver, BC, a terrifying chill runs down the drivers' backs when they discover it has snowed during the night. They watch snowflakes fall from the sky with questioning looks on their faces, as if they have encountered a new species from outer space and wonder where it could come from.

What amazes me most is that the story seems to run on an infinite loop after Vancouverites endure the memory-erasing comfort of the season we call summer.

I like the ocean, so I often think of fish and wonder why, after thousands of years of humans fishing in their waters, they are still biting and falling for the same old trick. How come elderly fish don't pass all they know about human fishing techniques to their offspring and show them how to avoid the net?