These monsoon insects are crazy. They go mad at the smallest presence of light. But they come out only at night. And they invade your place, swarm it. Even your computer monitor lures them. They find out ways to creep beneath the window panes. They roll over and over until they can cross over. It makes me wonder if they can actually think. And then they just go mad. The trap is laid. The lizard is ready and so is the spider. But these guys aren't scared, not at all ! Maybe they know theirs is a short life. So why not live the fullest, even though it means meeting a bitter end ? Death comes to them in the jaws of ugly lizards or the claws of frail spiders. And if they manage to escape, they die when they see the real light source. The sun. Amazing isn't it ? They were crazy about light, and they die when there is sunlight. Like the moth who burns itself in the candle flame. And what about the funeral ? It occurs in the bellies of the scavengers, the big red ants. Their body parts are disintegrated, carried large distances with a fabulous team effort, and consumed, or stored in anthills. So much of effort to live, and such death, sigh ! Of course, Darwin will be happy.
