I grew up in the country, but that doesn't mean I know much about nature. I remember running into the house once, all in a dither, yelling for my dad because the Tom turkey was beating up one of the lady turkeys.
He didn't get out of his chair.
It took me longer to figure out why he wouldn't help than I care to tell you.
But suffice it to say that neither of my parents were much into telling their offspring about the birds and the bees. (See what that philosophy gets you, Amer?!)
Anyway, this morning, Ali called me off of the porch "to get a load of this!"
"It's the biggest bee I've ever seen," she said.
Sure enough, there was a member of the bee family doing God knows what to what appeared to be a dead cicada. At first, I wondered if I had a little cross-species, um, pollination going on, if you get my drift. Then, I thought, hey, maybe it's a case of bug murder.
Now, I'm wondering what the hell wasps eat. Because whatever happened to send the cicada belly-up, the wasp was taking advantage.
I'm as clueless as I was back with the turkeys. Any country folk out there to shed a clue?
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Well, I don't know much about bugs, but I do remember the same life lesson you learned with the turkeys. The only difference was it was Warren Canada's cows in the field behind our house!
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