It had been an exceptionally busy night, spent in
the company of a virgin.
He had gone in search of a mate the previous evening, working
hard to attract female attention by rubbing his wings together – or
stridulating if you want to get technical.
He rejected several plump females who responded to
his calls, for the wily Armoured Ground Cricket knew that virgin crickets were
slender little beauties.
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Why a preference for a virgin? Because a first
timer will mate once and lay her eggs, whereas the old pros mate and lay their
eggs randomly. By sticking to the svelte virgins, he knew that a higher
proportion of her offspring would be his.
When a slim young thing eventually turned up,
he stridulated ardently and offered her his nuptial gift of a food sack
together with his sperm pouch. She proved receptive and he carefully attached
the spermatophore close to her genital opening. Job done.
However, having lost around 20% of his body
weight, he needed to replenish his energy levels. It was sunrise. He staggered
off in search of a meal. His appetite was eclectic, but he was partial to bird
nestlings and headed across the desert scrub towards some likely looking
shrubs.
In his weakened state, progress was slow, making him
vulnerable. At almost 3 inches long, detection by predators was difficult to
avoid.
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When the gecko attacked and grabbed him, the
cricket mobilised his defences and autohaemorrhaged, squirting pale green,
acrid smelling blood into the gecko’s face. The predator immediately dropped
him and scurried off in disgust.
The cricket climbed wearily onto a black rubber car
tyre, perhaps in a bid to camouflage itself.
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When the humans began to show an interest in him,
he watched and waited. He didn’t have it in him to autohaemorrhage again, but if
that finger moved any closer he would unleash his final defence mechanism and
vomit up his last meal all over it.
I hope you enjoyed this latest offering - do leave a comment me. See you in a couple of weeks.
And they say romance is dead?
ReplyDeleteHas Stephen King seen this?
He he - King would probably have wanted me to concentrate on their cannibalistic habits! :)
DeleteAnd they say romance is dead?
ReplyDeleteHas Stephen King seen this?
Ditto!
DeleteA three-inch cricket? Sounds a bit large. No wonder the gecko spotted him.
ReplyDeleteYes, they're big fellas - that's why I persuaded my husband to place his finger nearby... for perspective. :)
ReplyDeleteI am so enamoured with his tale... puking and violating virgins... how charming! ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say? That's the insect world for you, AJ. :)
DeleteGoodness! be still my heart--what a romantic hero.
ReplyDeleteOh, Kathleen - that did make me laugh!
DeleteHis strategy is working well - I have no desire to give him a prod.
ReplyDeleteNo, nor did I, Patsy - and I have to say, my husband wasn't impressed with my idea of him putting his finger close to the beastie!
DeleteTalk about some off putting defense strategies! Love the way you share so much information in this story telling format.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sue. I didn't know I'd have so much fun with all my random insect photos! :)
ReplyDeleteI can't wait for chapter two! If only my school text books were written in your style - informative and entertaining.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Keith. It's always much more fun to include facts in story form! :)
DeleteAutohaemorrhaging? Now there's a unique way to discourage unwanted attention. I wonder if it works tax collectors and door-to-door salespeople.
ReplyDeleteHa ha - might be worth a try, Bun! :)
DeleteWell, you shouldn't have an issue with accidentally stepping on him! Although I (think?) I prefer a three inch cricket over a three inch spider!
ReplyDeleteNo, he'd be a hard one to miss, Tracy - and I absolutely agree with you - I'd much prefer bumping into him over that Huntsman Spider I blogged about! :)
ReplyDeleteJust like a man...screw, look for food and want to sleep. Surprised he doesn't carry a cigarette to smoke:)
ReplyDeleteYou old cynic, you! :)
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