Larvae and the people that love them
There are some people that say that you don’t choose your pets; your pets choose you. In this case, they may be right.
The morning started fairly normally, breakfast for the kids, lunches being packed, and a somewhat bizarre conversation about how useful it might be to have a magnetron embedded in your robot arm.
Benefits: The ability to quickly prepare hot beverages and to shoot popcorn into your enemies eyes…
Negatives: None!
We wonder why every robot doesn’t have one…
As pieces of fruit were selected for their lunch boxes, we noticed a rather grim looking pear in the basket. Closer inspection revealed that a family of fruit flies had recently taken up residence. The pear had turned to the dark side. As it began its brief journey to the rubbish bin, RJ spoke up:
RJ: Wait!
Dad: Yeah?
RJ: I… Can I have that?
Dad: This? The rotten pear?
RJ: Ummm. Yes? I need it.
Dad: What on earth for?
RJ: I… I want to do an experiment.
(He’s crafty, this one. He knows that science is the ultimate trump card in our family.)
Dad: What kind of experiment?
RJ: Well… I want to breed some some mutant fruit flies.
Dad: And how do you plan to do that?
RJ: First, I need to extract some carrot DNA, and then I’ll feed it to them. And then…
Dad: Hold up! That wont work! I eat banana DNA all the time and I’m not a yellow bellied mutant. Stomachs break down DNA when they digest it.
RJ: Curses! What if I just put it on the eggs? Before they hatch? Before they have stomachs?
Dad: That might just work.
RJ: And then I’ll have mutant orange fruit flies! And I can take over the world!
Dad: Okay. But your evil plans have to wait until you get home from school. You’re still in your pajamas, Dr. Doom.
RJ's latest pets, and the ingredients for their carroty future -- key components of his plan for world domination.
