Which they managed somehow to do, though of course it's disappointing when Season Three starts and the apparent Apocalypse turns out to have been a fizzle.

I just don't see how they could do that without significant backpedaling. They killed the world: stylishly, bleakly, and almost believably. I'm not sure you should get take-backs on the apocalypse.

I still can't go near any dead birds I encounter.

It was definitely not the correct moment for my mother to ask me and John whether we thought the Cornish hens she'd just bought from the local grocery were suspicious (which they were).