The Drosophila Melanogaster Ponderance

“What are you doing?” I asked L, as we looked for hay bales in the Halloween aisle. We were at a craft store and the pair of scarecrows inhabiting our garage had no home.

“This is my scary face.” Then she posed like a Weeping Angel from Doctor Who.

“Whoa,” I said. “Really scary, dude. You should do it while we’re walking around.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if flies fly into my mouth?”

“Well,” I said. “If you hear them, then close your mouth.”

“But what if there are little kids here and I scare them? They will be so scared!”

“You’re right,” I said. “Please don’t scare the little kids. You might give them nightmares.”