For the first few weeks, my smart phone ("smart aleck" phone when I'm feeling nice; something a little different when I'm not) was my antagonist, now it has become my friend. Such technology is wasted on me. My son is a real techie, of course, so he loves exploring new apps. A few days ago, someone wanted to know the name of a song, son whips his phone out, says, "GOOGLE, WHAT SONG IS THIS," and his phone identified it. Super neat trick!
But even my phone seems to be a bit . . um . . technologically challenged. A couple of nights ago, my mother sent me a text message, and I received it 14 times. I replied to it 6 times before my response finally got through, too.
Rachel, your dad had the rabbit thing exactly right. If you want numbers, you gotta be all about numbers, and cull ruthlessly. You can't have pets or play favorites, and you have to dump them when the numbers start to slide. It's kind of like the "production" breeds of chicken - there are serious egg producers out there, but they don't last long. If you start off with a few random animals where nobody was selecting for anything, you have no idea where you are, and it may take a few generations to get headed in any sort of a direction (by which time, a lot of people will have given up in sheer frustration).