Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The Horror

This happens to me all the time. I run into something that suggests an analogy, but I can't come up with it. So I file it away for another day.

There is a species of red ants whose grubs are devoured by a large blue butterfly. The butterfly lays its eggs on thyme flowers and the caterpillars fall to the ground after hatching. They secrete chemicals and even make noises that make the red ants believe they are wayward grubs. The ants mistakenly carry the caterpillars to their underground homes and keep looking after them even though the adopted monsters gobble ant grubs for 10 months before forming a chrysalis and flying away as adult butterflies.

Ant grubs? Those are baby ants!

The horror.

7 comments:

GirlfromtheBronx said...

But by coincidence, today I also learned that if you put small piles of cornmeal where you see ants, they eat it, take it 'home,' can't digest it so it kills them. It may take a week or so, especially if it rains, but it works and you don't have the worry about pets or small children being harmed! These ants need to wisen up. Maybe they should go to Fast/Smart Eddie school.

Billy Glad said...

You won't be surprised to learn that I'm pulling for the ants.

GirlfromtheBronx said...

Well of course you are. Nobody likes dissemblance. The nerve of those Blue Butterflies for producing those dissembling, bait and switch caterpillars, who gobble up all the ant grubs and then fly out as adult butterflies. That's like Double Dissemblance!

Billy Glad said...

When I think of the indigestible crap some ants bring back to this hive, I'm inclined to agree with you that ants in general need to get smarter.

Antepilani said...

You don't have to be smart when there are billions of you...

signed,

the Humans

GirlfromtheBronx said...

Okay, gotta go HERE!

Decidere said...

Stephen King's new novel, "Korn vs. the Wayward Grubs" - the tension, the suspense... mama ant after working her 2 jobs comes home and peeks into the playroom, with horror looks on the slaughter of innocent souls. Chuckie Caterpillar, still holding his dagger, grins at her menacingly, spreads wings, fly away.

Always hated butterflies, never knew why. Cold-blooded killers.