My 7-year-old asked me what astronauts eat, and because I haven’t kept up with the culinary advances of space cuisine over the past 30 years, I decided to look it up. I remember food in tubes and freeze-dried bricks, but now astronauts eat irradiated meat and “shelf stable tortillas.” Sounds like a good time.

Last week I drew a comic about mermaids that didn’t actually have any mermaids in them. So this week I drew a comic with a mermaid that isn’t actually about mermaids. And thus, balance has been achieved.

With all the mermaids wandering around in May, it was only a matter of time before someone got bitten by one.

I know a lot of guys are growing quarantine beards right now, because why the heck not? I tried until my facial hair started driving me crazy, and I shaved it all off. I like to live my life in a constant state of rakish stubble, so the full beard just isn’t my thing.

A house full of wonders, yet somehow, nothing to do.