"Mom," my son said. "Don't pack fruit in my lunch anymore."
This was a puzzling request. "Why?" I asked.
"The school has a fruit fly infestation. They're getting into my locker, trying to get the fruit in my lunch."
"Seriously, dude? Your fruit is sealed in a Ziploc bag, which is zipped up in your lunch box. I hardly think this is creating a problem."
"You have no idea. Every time I open my locker, a wall of fruit flies comes out."
I gave him the Mama look. Like I wan't buying it. "A wall of fruit flies?"
He thought about that and revised his statement. "It's more like a brick. They come out in a perfect rectangular formation."
Right. "Dude, what in the world is in your locker? A rotten fruit collection?"
He denied having such a thing. "Do you want to come to school and check?"
Not really. But I might have to go just to see this brick of fruit flies!