Destroy the galaxy!

So there we were last weekend, happily photographing M-109, which as I'm sure you all know isn't a German WW2 fighter plane, but is in fact a barred spiral galaxy approximately 46 million light-years away in the constellation Ursa Major, when Rhys decides he needs a pee. So seeing as it was bloody dark, what with it being the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere, Paul gives him a green laser to light his way as far as the hedge. Well, what do you expect when you give a teenager a laser? Rhys waves the laser around, right across the view of the telescope. Which ruined the picture.


Or did it?