While in Brisbane (in a mangrove swamp to be precise) Husband and I decided to go to AussieCon 4/Worldcon 2010 in Melbourne, which is conveniently just before my 40th birthday.
I've just spent over half an hour with a pair of tweezers, recovering tiger fur from a hand wipe. One strand at a time. Much as I like CSI, I think I'll pass on a future in forensics. On the upside, I now have a visible collection of tiger fur. I wonder how long a jail term I'd get if I attempted to sell it?