I've come to the conclusion that people have this deep, driving need to find something wrong and poke at it until it bleeds, then poke some more until the poor thing groans and crawls off to hide.
I've decided to lay eggs--easter eggs. I've planted at least one egregious mistake in most of my later stories, to let people pick and and crow over with glee when they find an error like the three year old that got the puppy to bite its own tail.
God love 'em. The rest of us think that they should go out and get laid.