So for about the last century there has been talk about a possible 10th planet hanging out in the solar system, (Pluto will always be a planet to me, get over it) and this one isn’t a planetoid like all those other lumps that made news a couple of years ago—this one is thought to have about four times that mass of Earth. This planet hasn’t been spotted, but the orbits of other planets have been studied enough that someone followed through so very much math and figured out that something, and something big, is messing with their orbits. The only problem is that the object is probably so distant that it can’t be seen with any satellites on Earth, which would mean borrowing the Hubble or something akin to it to find it.
This is one of those stories that reminds me why I was very unpopular as a child; when we were going through all of the planet names and trying to remember some dumb rhyme to know their order I was reading books talking about people who insisted basically the same thing and demanding to include it in our lessons. The difference between then and now is that people are trying to avoid calling this discovery Planet X as it most certainly isn’t populated by angst riddled skateboarding turtles. The problem that can be deduced from all of this is this, we know almost nothing about any planet other than ours, and less the farther they get away from us. Even if there is a planet out there nothing we can do to research it will yield results for about 20 years.