The Antlion Sleeps Tonight

Day Twenty-seven:  Every year, transient pits appear under our house’s overhang where the ground is never touched by rain. The mighty larvae lie in wait at the bottom of conical pits for hapless insect travelers who venture too close to the brink of loose despair. By next day they have packed and moved on like carny shows, having sucked their victims dry.

Joining Susannah Conway’s August Break 2013. Come, step outside with me and breathe deeply.

4 thoughts on “The Antlion Sleeps Tonight

  1. The antlion! The jungle beneath us! The photo is so exactly right for now, especially with the flourish of those curled, dried-up leaves. What a biography of August you have documented.

    1. Thanks for noticing the leaves, Maureen. Otherwise it was a very brown, boring shot of quite a bit of action going on down there. Gary, of course, tries to feed the antlions with some enraged ants he catches that are way too big for the pit. Needless to say it doesn’t always go well.

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