My thoughts on parasitic wasps, and my pint of bitter

This morning I took tea with a visiting entomologist. I was most intrigued to hear about his work on parasitic wasps, of which there are many thousands of species in the UK alone.

'Da da da da da gaaaaaaa.' I remarked, which means: 'Perhaps the variety of host species used by the wasps provides a trigger for a high degree of speciation among the wasps, due to the excessive specialisation required to successfully invade any one of the hosts?'

Then we went out for a walk. We visited a medieval church. In the fields, we saw a hare, covered in hair, haring away.

We visited a pub in a small village. 'Ga ga ga ga ga ba ba ba brrrrr.' I told the barmaid, which means: 'A pint of your best bitter, please.'

But they wouldn't let me drink it and insisted I make do with milk. I have however decided to start a group for like-minded, woolly-jumper wearing babies called CAMRILK, or 'The Campaign for Real Milk', which will argue against infant formula and in favour of my preferred tipple.