Something was bugging me about this case. Was it a police sting, or was I caught in a web of deception? I could bee bumbling into a honeytrap. I took another swig from the bluebottle, but one name kept buzzing around my head. Drosophila. My head told me it was time to flea, no way should I let a ladybug me this much. But my heart told me only a louse would quit on a damsel in distress… No, you’re right, it’s really a documentary about forensic entomology. In HD.