They did a bunch of math, some fine welding and some more math, and there it went: they landed a piece of junk on a rock flying 317 million miles from here. And that’s just awesome, and gives us all, for once, a reason to be proud to be a sapiens sapiens. It’s not so often. We, at the Mouching, can’t wait to board a spaceship with our rods to see how the fishing is like on Mars.