In my 8th grade Biology class, we had to breed fruit flies with different eye colors for some kind of experiment about genetics. It was not very exciting. I don't remember much about it except how difficult it was to stare into jars teeming with tiny bugs and accurately count the number of red-eyed ones. Of course, had my teacher gone the extra mile and rented some giant fruit fly costumes in order to graphically pantomime the fruit fly sex act in front of the class, I'd probably remember everything there is to know about fruit fly reproduction–but then my teacher was no Isabella Rossellini, whose enthusiasm for weird bug costumes, insect humping, and hilarious entomology-related pornography knows no bounds.