I dunno, could be one of those days, you know... you see a word for the first time and then suddenly it's everywhere.

Yup, there goes a lorry with Ent O. Procters on it, and I'm stuck in an Asimov short story.

I'll probably meet a phylum that turns out to be a Jewish grandparent around six this evening. I'll let you know. But, given what I've just read, I won't share his toothbrush.