Sex is one of the things that gets left out of pop science books, at least until the subject is safely dead. There’s not going to be much copulation in the worm book, either, at least among vertebrates.
But I can’t resist one remark, made me by Muriel Wigby, who was a technician at the MRC from 1957 to 1989, and thus worked, breeding worms and bacteriophage, alongside nine Nobel Prize winners, before retiring to breed dogs.
“Most of the scientists” she said, “were not good husbands, and very bad parents. Apart from being rich and fertile, they did nothing for their wives.”