Lord of the flies
During grad school, it was part of my job to rear the house flies we use for pesticide research. One Friday, I looked at the fly pupae in the incubator, and said "aw, they won't emerge by Monday. I'll leave them."

Forgetting it was a three-day weekend, my technician opens the door to the incubator on Tuesday, at which point over 50,000 house flies gain their freedom. "Dude, it was like smoke coming out of a window."

To make things worse, a guy down the hall was in a rather important video conference. Trying to look stern and serious, he slowly went crazy as one fly after another landed on his face, buzzed his head and crawled all over him, being unable to bat them away while on the conference. He had some stern words forme afterward.

Incidently, the building I was working in was called the "Insectary," but nobody knew how to pronounce or spell it, so I would tell them to call it the "Buggery," not totally aware of what that means in British slang...
( setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Thu 2 Jun 2005, 15:41, Reply)