Allow me to share a specifically non-instagramy moment. Due to a confluence of events--apparently rodent friendly weather, living on a park with a creek, and a lively chicken coop--we became infested. Mainly the yard and coop but who knows? If truth is indeed "poisoned at its source" according to Walter Lippmann, we attacked with gusto.
After all, we defined the problem therefore the solution appeared to be quite straightforward.
Well let's think this through carefully. If the goal was a systemic ridding of the rodent population from the yard--we were advised by professionals to follow the protocol.
But often, in pursuit of an outcome we forget about the stench. In this case I am referring to fetid carcasses decaying just about everywhere you can imagine. Out of sight but definitely not out of olfactory range.
We might ignore relevant information out of fear, repulsion, or conscious bias.
But eventually the stench of bad data will win. And we will need to clean up the mess and start over.