Not home for the holidays

Back in the mists of time, I was in a lab over the Easter break looking after an experiment that couldn’t be abandoned. I was working with Drosophila melanogaster, trying to breed the little blighters into the best fruit flies they could be. Inevitably, I dropped their habitat. One smash later, I was scooping up a mix of rotten fruit and broken glass, while three dozen fruit flies escaped into the ventilation system. Legend persists that my super-flies thrive to this day.