First and foremost, I would like to thank you for allowing us access into your lavish laboratory. There was a rustic, feral feeling to the intrusive fauna that spilled out from your garden pots of various sizes, my personal favorites being the ones that exhaustedly draped themselves over their homes only to dangle their limbs like arms over upholstered chiffon couches. It was cozy in a jungle sort of way. The incessant buzzing of flies which, as you informed us, “provided a delicious dance for your carnivorous babies,” truly set the tone for our own meal later that evening. I can still vividly remember how the first bite of your home-grown cherry tomatoes deposited their guts down my throat.