The heroines of my novels generally don’t carry weapons. Evan Delaney is a lawyer turned journalist. Jo Beckett is a forensic psychiatrist. Their jobs don’t call for them to carry firearms. But this means that faced with mortal danger, they must be creative. Evan defends herself with a can of housepaint, a Ford F-150 pickup, and a ferret. Jo fights off bad guys with a refrigerator and a capuchin monkey. And, okay, a Samurai sword, but she’d rather use it to cut a birthday cake.
So today’s news presents my heroines with exciting new possibilities in self-defense. And it’s my headline of the week: “Indian military to weaponize world’s hottest chili.”
“Ghost chili” will be used in hand grenades.
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I admit I’m a fan of hot sauce. And I can’t eat a slice of pizza without a layer of red pepper flakes on it… But, a million scoville units? Yeesh! It’s used as a curse for stomach trouble? How? By burning a hole through it?
They call these pepper grenades “less than lethal” weapons….. just barely.
I imagine that if you eat the sauce, the resultant effluence would be equally effective, though at closer quarters.
Kind of like standing behind a bazooka, huh, Snart? Not a good place to be.