They eat each other when there's not enough food.

For exactly six ounces of food, pot pies are surprisingly filling.

We had a lab meeting today, at a bar. Everyone got three beers in and started ragging on grad students in other labs. In particular, they were complaining about one dude, who acts like he knows it all, asks irritating questions, and has alienated everyone. They were trying to remember what lab he was in.

Now, I know this dude. He's engaged to an acquaintance of mine. I was sorely tempted to pull out my cell, call her up, and ask her. That would be more alienating though, and my social skills are not at an advantage in their current setting.

They aren't really at advantage after 18 ounces of beer, either. That might explain the full sensation better than the pies.

What else what else. The hissing cockroaches had babies! We found out in the most awesome way possible! Scuttling tiny cockroaches loose on the cockroach table!

The professor came in in the midst of jury rigging the cockroach enclosure to be infant safe. She... doesn't like large insects. She mentioned that she was very glad that the vermin were confined to a cage. My second smart social move of the day was not mentioning the possible escapees. Jane rolls 10s on charisma all day long.