Me Dad was trying to trade some sugar beet yesterday, and the potential buyer wanted to know if it was non-GM, as his customer (a petfood manufacturer) would only buy it if it was. I can tell you with some degree of authority that pets don't care if the stuff is non-GM or not. Most of us eat our own shit given half a chance. The last time I went for a walk on Saltburn beach I had a severed seagull's head in my mouth for Christ's sake. Until me Dad wrestled it from my tightly clenched grip, the tight bastard. I've got no idea of the GM status of my own shit or severed seagull's heads, but I suspect that they don't come will a lot in the way of paperwork if you get my drift. Pooh count: a respectable four, and it's not even teatime yet.