Phorid Fly Hordes Strike Fear Into The Hearts Of Fire Ants
Someday, maybe in your back yard, a fire ant will be toiling, lugging a grain of sand from the mound. Happy as an ant can be.
Then it feels a dart of discomfort, over in a tenth of a second, and knows something is wrong.
Its legs tap the soil. It bends and twists, then it goes on doing what ants do. About three weeks later, its head falls off.
How cool is that?
Pretty darned cool, if you ask me. I could just wish they had more of these flies and could release them faster.
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“You have no idea how unpleasant it is to be an ant.”
Death
“Equal Rites” by Terry Pratchett