On a scary note...

I was justifiably alarmed when this story pitch recently invaded my inbox:

BABIES. Maybe you’re thinking of having one. There might even be one inside you right now, draining nutrients from your system via a tube growing from its midsection. Or maybe you’ve already got one around the house, somewhere, and you’re responsible for its continued survival. You’re saddled with a helpless being whom you’ve agreed to house and feed and love with all your heart for the rest of your life, more or less.

Turns out the publicist was simply promoting this book.

But still...the phrase "draining nutrients from your system" is always a little unsettling, right?