Davis caught a moth and was letting it sit quietly on his hand while he carefully watched it. "I bet," he said ever-so-thoughtfully, "That this moth is sticking out his (pause, think) proboscis looking for nectar on my hand but he is getting blood instead."
Proboscis? What's a proboscis?
"A butterfly's tongue. Don't you know that?" And earnestly he continues, "Boy! You should go back to school!"
I guess I should.