And it'd take a team of elite snipers, ruthless aerial assaults, and multi-million-dollar tracking technology in order to find and kill the enemy.
But who was the enemy, you ask?
Goats.
200,000 of them.
A thread on the "Goat War" of the Galápagos:
We start in the 1830s.
Charles Darwin shocked the world with his theories on evolution upon studying South American finches.
That is, Darwin saw 18 distinct types of finch throughout the Galápagos Islands, arguing each species had to evolve in order to survive its environment.
For Darwin, with the Galápagos Islands full of such unique and beautiful biodiversity, the archipelago was a "little world within itself."
A little world that boasts some of the universe's most stunning creatures, like the Marine Iguana...
...the Blue-Footed Booby...
...and of course, the Galápagos Tortoise.
The Galápagos Tortoise, unique to the Galápagos Islands, is the largest tortoise on the planet, with many weighing over 500 lbs (225 kg).
They also live...like, forever.
Harriet, seen here, lived to 175 years young!
But by the 1990s, the Galápagos Tortoise faced a grave existential threat, one that would make these "living boulders" completely extinct.
The threat?
Well, in the words of scientists:
"Invasive alien mammals."
But in the words of you and me?
Goats.
Lots of them.
These goats of the Galápagos?
Multiplying exponentially, they were devouring the Galápagos vegetation down to the very last root.
And by destroying the islands' foliage, these horned herbivores were eradicating the Galápagos Tortoise's ONLY form of sustenance:
Plants.
The solution...to help save the Galápagos Tortoise from eternal extinction?
Well...kill the goats.
All of them.
So just like that, in 1997, the Charles Darwin Foundation and the Galápagos National Park declared war...
On goats.
Called "Project Isabela" (named after the archipelago's largest island of goat inhabitants), a strategic deployment of ground and aerial assaults ensued.
The bombardment?
It worked.
Within a few years, 90% of the goats were "removed".
The only problem?
The goats quickly understood what the hovering helicopters meant, so they began to repopulate and live in more hidden and covered areas where they'd be protected from assault.
One scientist said:
"It's easy to remove 90 percent of a goat population from an island.
As they become rarer and rarer, they become harder to detect. They become educated.
So the goats start hiding. You end up flying around in an expensive helicopter not finding any goats."
The solution?
Well, goats - by nature - are gregarious.
They live and move in herds.
So instead of firing machine guns down on the last remaining goats, the Project Isabela team went from a gung-ho Air Force to a more strategic CIA and implemented a new tactic:
Judas goats.
Just as Judas betrays Jesus in the New Testament, Project Isabela researchers tried to create Judas goats that would betray their own herds.
The strategy?
Capture a Galápagos goat, fit with a tracking-device-collar, and then release back into the wild...as a Judas goat.
From there, with researchers tracking the Judas goat's every move, the Judas goat would innately associate with other goats, luring large herds into open areas..
Then...bam.
Each goat gets shot... except the Judas goat.
Rinse and repeat.
A traitorous Judas goat indeed.
The Judas goat strategy, however, was expensive.
The original technique - killing goats by land and by air - cost only between $10 and $100 per goat "removal."
But the Judas strategy...making use of a sophisticated track-and-trace technology?
It cost over $10,000 per kill.
Despite how expensive it was, the Judas goat methodology worked.
From 2001 onwards, 7% of Isabela's goats were killed in Judas goat operations, making the island goat-free by 2006.
But just how expensive was it to - finally - rid the Galápagos of its goats?
Nearly $12 million.
By 2006 (and $12 million and 200,000 dead goats later), Project Isabela was - for all intents and purposes - victorious.
The campaign helped the Galápagos regain its lush vegetation and re-cultivated a green, plant-filled home conducive for the Galápagos Tortoise's survival.
But let us remember: it was us - humans - who brought goats to the Galápagos throughout the 1800s...and as recently as the 1970s.
Whalers and pirates introduced them to the island to serve as a fresh meat supply, not knowing they'd eat the islands dry.
That is, the Galápagos Tortoise facing near-extinction in the 1990s...was actually humans' fault.
And whilst our recent intervention may have saved Galápagos Tortoises from goats...in reality, we just saved them from...us.
For now.
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For another pretty crazy nature story...one that doesn't involve tortoises and goats, but instead: flamingoes, check out the one below...on the 'lake that turns animals into stone':
Every face on a US dollar bill has always been that of a dead guy.
Well...
Except one.
His name was Spencer M. Clark, and you'll hardly believe what he pulled off to get his own damn face on the five-cent bill back in 1866.
The story:
We start five years prior...
In 1861.
The American Civil War has begun and Americans - confused, scared, and anxious about the future - begin looking at ways to protect themselves amid the frightening uncertainty.
And where do we flock when we see doom looming upon us?
Gold.
But back in 1861, Americans aren't rocking up to bullion shops and strolling home with 1 KG bars or logging into their Robinhood accounts to buy Gold ETFs in order to get their fill.
It's 1945, and perhaps the most talented high school baseball team in all of Arizona isn't allowed to compete for the state championship.
Why, you ask?
Because all of the students are detained.
Behind barbed wire.
A story:
Before we begin, a heartfelt thank you to Lisa Heyamoto who researched and interviewed near and far to tell this story first for Narratively...
A story that starts on December 7, 1941...
In the small farming town of Guadalupe, California.
$2.
That's how much Kameo Furukawa makes per box of artichokes he sells, made possible by plucking them tirelessly day-in and day-out under the scorching California sun.
Kameo has a family of six to feed, after all, and as a Japanese immigrant in the US, nothing comes easy.
Between 2010 and 2013, Vijai Maheshwari routinely found himself on a plane between Kyiv and New York, smuggling something VERY valuable inside his luggage.
And no, it wasn't drugs.
It wasn't weapons, either.
Instead?
It was "Virgin Russian Hair".
The hard-to-believe story:
Before diving in, a huge thank you to Vijai himself for sharing his own roller-coaster-of-an-experience first for Narratively...
An experience that starts in 2010...
In the Ukrainian capital of Kyiv.
Vijai is having - in his own words - a midlife crisis.
For starters, he's single and quickly approaching the ever-dreaded age of 40.
To make matters worse?
'B.East' - the magazine he edits - has just collapsed, so Vijai finds himself unemployed.
The eight-story, 11,000-ton tower that rotated 90° in 1930...
Without anyone inside feeling a damn thing?
The full story, below:
It's 1929 in Indianapolis, and the Indiana Bell Telephone Company has just bought the Central Union Telephone Company Building where they'll host their new headquarters.
The only problem?
The new building isn't big enough to accommodate all of their staff.
So?
The good folks at Indiana Bell plan to demolish the existing structure and re-build a BIGGER one on the plot, even if it means interrupting work flow for months and months on end.
In 1725, Louis Congo - while enslaved - made the most important deal of his life:
He bargained for his freedom.
The catch?
As a free man, he'd be forced to take on a job no one else could possibly withstand...
A job full of punishment, of blood...
And of death.
A story:
Before we start, a quick thank you to Crystal Ponti who uncovered this gruesome piece of history first for Narratively...
A piece of history that starts on a gray and gloomy April day in 1721...
In the French Louisianan capital of New Biloxi.
It's on this particular gloomy afternoon - the type of afternoon where one expects the clouds to break any moment now - that finally, in the distance, they do.
But it's not a rainstorm or even the sun peaking through the gray sky, but instead - in the distance -
But perhaps less known about Bokassa was his personal orchestra...
And the man whose live it unexpectedly changed...
Forever.
A story:
Before we start, a huge thank you to Inna Lazareva who made several trips to the Central African Republic (CAR) to tell this story first for Narratively...
A story that starts in the late 1960s in...well, you guessed it:
The Central African Republic.
Meet teenager Charlie Perrière.
Charlie, to put it bluntly, doesn't have it easy.
His father?
Dead.
His mother?
Raising Charlie and his ten siblings (yes, ten) alone.
That means Charlie, being the oldest in the family, is responsible for supporting them all.