That moment when you're a genetics student and suddenly the entire world transforms into a Drosophila melanogaster convention. Those beady red eyes haunt your dreams, your lunch break, and even your Netflix sessions. After spending 47 consecutive lab hours staring at fruit fly mutations, you start seeing those compound eyes EVERYWHERE—on strangers, in your coffee foam, even on your professor's balding head. The fruit fly trauma is real. No escape, no witness protection program, just you and 100 million identical genetic model organisms silently judging your pipetting technique.