This is the most in-depth article I’ve ever read on New Zealand bat flies and the exciting little science-drama of their discovery and research.
These are the first flies discovered to have such an advanced almost colonial social structure, and they’re the only flies known to live in such a deep beneficial symbiosis with a mammal. There are countless other wingless flies that feed on the blood of bats but this variety is genetically unrelated to any of them and only feeds on guano.
My favorite thing about them is that, instead of simply dying like in most other insects, males who can no longer mate will just grow a lot bigger and become specialized watchmen over the eggs and larvae. When they sense a bat flying nearby, the guard males emit a high pitched buzzing (audible to humans!) to drive the bat away before it mistakenly squishes or eats them.
My favorite thing about this story is that when they were trying to collect samples from a recently abandoned bat colony, thousands of the flies climbed under the clothes of the researchers to get out of the cold and even though it felt super freaky they all knew the flies were incapable of biting and just doing what they’d usually do to hitch a ride on bats, so they didn’t fight it and later they successfully raised all the flies they “caught” that way on a diet of mashed up bananas.
My second favorite thing about this story is learning that you could just keep these on a diet of mashed up bananas. WTF. Give me some.
Edit/ I also fucking love that their eggs have long spines on them and are laid all over the colony walls so densely they look like moss. I’ve always been enamored with “encrusting” organisms and “mats” of biota like moss and lichen and mold and the thought of one that’s entirely insect eggs is the coolest possible shit to me.
I need werewolf grandmothers who are eight feet tall with thick fur graying around their eyes and muzzles, wearing shawls they knitted themselves because regular old lady shawls just don’t fit their immense shoulders the way they do in human form.
With a slight stoop to her back from standing on two legs and running on all four. Heavily scarred from her rambunctious youth hunting, running, roaming the lonely roads, leading the pack. Now she is content to offer guidance to the younger generations, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still have a hunt or two left in her.
She may not be able to run down a buck the way she could at twenty-eight but by golly when one of her grandcubs faces down an angry brown bear in the wilds her claws come back out and she is every bit the alpha she has always been.
Werewolf grandma who nuzzles her adult kids when they come to visit for Christmas and fawns over how big her grandcubs’ paws are. Who cooks a feast of venison and wild hog with herbs from her own garden. Who entertains the local sheriff and his family for dinner on weekends because she saved his father on a hunting accident when he was just a little kid; now he keeps trespassers out of her territory and she teaches his kids how to camp and regales them around campfires with stories about a world their teachers tell them only exists in TV shows.
cody knows anakin thinks of him as by-the-book and 100% sort of stick-up-his-ass and this is just fucking hilarious to him
it’s an in-joke now just fucking
anakin will make some off-hand comment about cody being boring and cody will turn to rex with the sort of tilt to his helmet that makes rex instantly 100% aware that cody has a huge shit-eating grin on underneath it
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