As I was finishing up a rousing round of Valkyrie Profile in my truck yesterday, I noticed a flitting shadow in the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw the little bastard above, who had somehow jammed itself into the lamp guard. It didn’t make any sense – the gap between the lamp tube and the guard wasn’t large enough to admit its huge wingspan. Did some larval form crawl in there (from where?!), transition through the pupal phase, and come out a butterfly, all inside my light fixture?
Anyway, those who know me know that my fear of crawling insects is legendary and womanlike; flying ones don’t make me squeal but they disgust me nonetheless. I decided that I’d rather not have a giant butterfly carcass in my light fixture, since that would be extra-disgusting. I unscrewed the guard and threw the offending bug out of the shelter, whereupon it fluttered off.
In other insect news, I saw an ant reach muscle failure today. It was carrying a rock (why?) as big as its body over the rocky expanse of the site. As I watched, I tried to imagine carrying something equal to my own body weight while climbing over rocks taller than my head, and I got tired just thinking about it. I watched with amazement as it climbed over the rocks, falling down the opposite side of each one as the rock in its jaws pulled it over the precipice. Just as I wondered if bugs ever get tired, it stopped. Its head drooped, lower, lower, until it just dropped the rock. What the hell? Was it having a proverbial heart attack? It sat there for maybe a minute, then picked the rock back up and continued the mission.
I don’t know what was more futile: the ant carrying a rock to nowhere, or the fact that I was so bored that I sat and watched it.