I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before but I love nature. I learned to love it growing up in Brisbane, playing with pets, watching “Totally Wild” on telly (I still like it) and playing at the local creek with my brother as a lad. It’s good.
Anyway, a few months ago I was standing in the backyard of my parents house, enjoying the fresh air, when I was distracted by a peculiar site. A large beetle came flying past me, slowly, but surely and landed on my Dad’s new pot plant. I’d never seen a beetle like that kind before. It was quite large with dark colored wings and orangey stripes on its back. It quickly burrowed into the soil of the potted plant and made its home. Cool! I thought and went back to minding my own business.
Strangley, like deja vu, another bug came flying directly down the same flight path of the first large beetle and landed in the exact same place.
I thought I was losing it.
It just flew in the exact same line straight into the same burrow and buried itself in the exact same pot plant as the first lovely beetle. The two were identical and now burrow mates.
Ok it get’s weirder people.
A third beetle came buzzing in, same flight path, same look, dark wings, orangey stripes. The third triplet. You get it.
Here I was thinking beetles, bugs and insects were stupid. No, me stupid.
So me being the witness of the miracle of creation had to tell everyone in the house. “Hey Dad! Big bugs just flew in the same flight path…..burrowed….your new pot plant….cool” etc. etc.
Dad thanked me for telling him the story. He went back inside and came back out with a jug full of boiling water and promptly poured it straight down the burrow. “They won’t do that again” he said.
Some things make me so angry.
p.s. My Dad actually is a good bloke, usually. (When he’s not murdering bugs)
A story from the suburbs – enjoy.
(Please excuse my poor grammar – I drive a forklift for a living people)