"WE DON'T BELIEVE IN IT!!!" she screamed. I have not expected a religious war and was stunned. I mentioned that many plants are not able to return to their original biotopes on their own.

"YOU WANT TO MESS ALL UP!". I stuttered that I don't think juristically, but ecologically. "I AM GRADUATED BIOLOGIST!!!" was the response. I was hit hard.

Nobody wanted my help. Neither my family, nor the official Nature Protection Dept. When I said that, I got the prompt response: "I AM NOT YOUR PSYCHIATRIST!!!" Obviously, I was not as normal as herself. Obviously the duty to protest didn't include the right to criticize her own person.

"WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO DEAL WITH GUYS LIKE YOURSELF??"
Click.
She hung up.

"In fact, the average Vogon probably wouldn't even think once. They are simple-minded, thick-willed, slug-brained creatures, and thinking is not really something they are cut out for. Anatomical analysis of the Vogon reveals that its brain was originally a badly deformed, misplaced and dyspeptic liver. The fairest thing you can say about them, then, is that they know what they like, and what they like generally involves hurting people and, wherever possible, getting very angry."

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