It’s interesting to know that nature will always find a way of reasserting her/him/itself. For the last few days our balcony and windows have been occupied by thousands of flying ants. We call it the ‘grand mating’ as that’s what the ants appear to be doing. Though not the smaller ones. No partner if you are too small. Because I thought many had died from exhaustion I tried sweeping them off the balcony only to discover that rather than having died, they were dormant.
Because we live opposite the beach, we think these insects must lay their eggs in the dunes. When the weather and winds are right they hatch and fly up and over a busy road to roost somewhere comfortable. And then they do their best to mate. I suspect another strong wind will carry those that are still here well away. I certainly hope so. Right now I don’t dare leave any windows open in case they come inside. I would have a devil of a time trying to clear them away.
This reminds me of the time I wrote small pieces for ‘Country Viewpoint’ in which I reported the vagaries of our local animals in our bush hideaway. But that was country and this is city. I guess nature will always triumph in the end.