No, not mimes the performers. Them I can tolerate.
Mimes en espanol, are fruit flies. They are all over. ALL year round.
I’m ashamed to show you a photo of my fridge:
I make a coffee, turn away for one minute only to find at least two fruit fly corpses floating around my cuppa. EVERY DAY! ew. [for the record, I just scoop them out]
My kids are slow-poke eaters. I have to discreetly screen their food just so I can wave away any rouge mimes who might get eaten.
I’m sure we’ve eaten a bunch. And will eat more. sigh.