QUOTE (CosmicRocker @ Jun 18 2006, 07:14 AM)
After detecting pheromones from the frenzied, feeding fruit flies, delivered to their burrow beneath Backstay by a fortuitous, passing dust devil, the desperate Martian time flies efficiently spiral in to crash the party...
Thank goodness these little critters don't cast much of a shadow. I still need to learn to do that, and also, a decent text bubble...
Tom:
I always wondered what they looked like! Now, what flavour is the wind? Tuesday, perhaps?
Bob Shaw