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Tomorrow Will Be Too Late

September 30, 2003 (Tue)

On feeding days, whenever I throw in the usual portion of five crickets into my salamander tank, those apathetic amphibians of mine take their sweet time going after them. I guess when you’re adapted to hunting for food, having dinner provided every few days can get really old. Anyway, as a consequence of my pets’ laziness, I’m usually treated for the next few hours to a nice chorus of cricket chirping. It’s pleasant having the sound of contained crickets chirping inside your own room, but it also makes you wonder. After all, those poor little buggers are about to eat it (or um, about to be eaten), and the males are still happily chirping away, calling for a mate all the while letting their predators know exactly where they are. That strikes me as darkly amusing. Those crickets are trapped inside an enclosure with two salamanders, and all the male crickets can think about is attracting a mate within the last few minutes of their lives and getting laid. That’s a revealing look into the male agenda if I ever saw one.

2 Comments

Conrado

October 3, 2003 at 11:13 pm Reply

Why don't you hook them up with some female crickets in there you bastard?! Cause then it'd be safe to say that they went out with a... bang. Ahh, whew, that was too much
Diana

April 2, 2004 at 4:46 pm Reply

Hahahaha. I guess that means humans still have the same mentality as they did when they were but wee little insects. We may have made leaps of evolution technologically but in ways we are still the same we were at square one. XD