The thing you realize when you look close enough is this: You don’t own your house. You may live there, you may have paid good money for it, but there are animals there who used to be there before you, whose parents and grandparents and great-grandparents lived there before you. And they make sure you know. To them, you’re that pesky force of nature that keeps sweeping the terrace even though they chose this very stone or this very leaf to raise their kids under. Yes, I do feel guilty sometimes. Yes, it takes me forever to sweep the terrace – I keep running into the house to fetch my camera as soon as I spy the tell-tale white shapes and frantic wriggling. Pavement ants. Your pavement is my castle weiterlesen
Everyone knows how ants live, right? They live in these massive mounds covered in fir needles. (Or somewhere inside my lawn. Or my kitchen.) That’s true for the most prominent species, Lasius niger and of course the big red Formica species everyone knows from failed picnics. These gals are different. They’re much, much smaller for once, so small I almost missed them. So small an entire hive of 50-100 individuals fits into hazelnut:
I like things that get overlooked, and so I have taken a particular liking to the colony of tiny yellow ants (probably Temnothorax?) in my garden. They’re seriously small (2-4mm) and do tiny ant things. Tiny plants and tiny ants weiterlesen
So, yeah, spider sex. This post is inspired by my favorite salesgirl at my local bakery, with whom I talk „Ugly Critters“ a lot. She hates them all with a vengeance and doesn’t tire of asking me „What’s the point?“ More on „What’s the point“ later. Today, I bring you spider sex.