Call Me the Pied Piper

The heralds auguring the departure of our twins from the mere realm of high school onward to their college days keep coming.
Delphi might have had quieter times than this.
You know, should any tunic-wearing oracular expert come to my front door, warning of signs and potents, I might find wisdom in that old adage, “Timeo danaos et dona ferentes.”
Roughly, “I fear Greeks, especially when they bear gifts” as it were.