The College Boy goes to Western Washington University. He is spending his summer in the Flint Hills of Kansas, working on an internship in computer science.
Tonight he and I were trying to ascertain the name of some giant moth found out in our pasture - not a luna - but some large, geometrically-designed moth.
The College Boy told me about some man in Washington who is discovering new moth species and naming them for his daughter, his wife, etc. I remarked that I wouldn't necessarily like to have a moth named after me. Tricia Moth? Kind of a No-Go.
He responded: What if there is a moth which secretes an enzyme which will cure cancer? Wouldn't it be neat to have it named after you?
Ok. He's got me there, I suppose.