As part of my duties as a graduate student, I am required to give the occasional tour of the facility to interested folks from the general public. These range in age and experience from elementary school children to concerned growers from agricultural communities, and it is my responsibility to shed a little more light into the science of entomology - as well as to underline the research that the department here at the University of Florida is responsible for. I personally enjoy these tours, and get an extra-special kick out of the kids because I get to stand up on a podium and have fun talking about the weird diversity of everyone's favorite creepie-crawlies for an hour. It gets even better when the kids know how to ask good and pertinent questions, like "how did you arrive at [that impressively large number] describing the number of different species of insects there are?" - or "how did you figure out approximately how many insects might live in a common acre of farmland without actually counting them all?" I love the little skeptics among them best, and I suspect that they are going to have a very bright future. Anyone who refuses to simply accept facts as they are spoon-fed to them is an awesome and attentive human being - and seeing a fourth grader question methodologies, results, and conclusions is even better. An informed mind can follow a pattern and find their way out of a particular situation - but a critical mind can eventually work its way around overcome any obstacle in the path to truth.
Of course, working and touring around the entomology department has its own unique risks. Little things, like stopping off to let the kids (and their chaperones!) take a bathroom break next to a classroom with a lecture in medical entomology. At which point the professor might stick his head out, and wave you over for a little discussion...
"Oh - sorry, Dr. Kaufman - are they being too loud? I'll move 'em out of here real fast, and get their parents to shush them a bit if they are distracting..."
"No, no - not that at all. I'm just about to show a few slides of sarcophagids."
"Flesh flies?"
"Yes. On hosts. From a... (whispered) crime scene."
"Oh."
"Right."
Disaster averted, we take them into the other room, and instead introduce them to "Sally" and a box full of her friends, giant cave roaches from central america.
For some reason, this always seems to go over well.