Each seperately questing across the bricks, the slater stopped and the millipede doubled back to return after they'd passed one another.
The millipede clambered over the slater's dome and coiled around so they could spend some moments inter-wobbling their antennae face to face, sit still for a bit, then bugger off on their seperate lives again.
Being human I get to watch this two ways;
- one, where the two discuss both the weather and their work days of millipeding and slatering, ask how the others wife and kids're doing, and perform a wee musical duet.
-two, where the relatively similar bugs (who don't have cute first names), neither blatantly predator or prey to the other, atempt bouncin' some antennae energy/information off the other and having ascertained they cannot a) eat, b) mate with the other, unromantically piddle off into the wee hours.
I like bugs.
When I leave South Australia in the near future, apart from the random memories - Simpsons marathon in a hotel in Robe as rain persists down for three days - Being warned by a local against eating the 'sixteen' day old crayfish sandwiches proudly advertised at the Keith petrol station - Being ferally growled at by a one-eyed chinese man because his wife mistakenly offered me his beer while passing the bar in a Naracoorte pub - or gettin' an 'I'M A BASTARD', Bastardfest wristband at The Squatters Arms Adelaide -
I'll remember SA as that place where you inevitably have three black millipedes curled up on any given wall like lonely bold pubic hairs.
Also the huntsman spider that I didn't have the heart to put outside for three days, cos it looked so cosy on the wall by the head of the bed. (no really, looked quite comfy there)
SA has had a great deal of non-bug, animal related experiences for myself but that belongs in another post.
I don't know why but the millipede and slater was a reminder of bein' parked at the mall earlier, calling to some guy, "Hey, buddy. You left your lights on", just before he was out of earshot.
Sauntering past, back to his car, I add, "I dunno if yer parked there for fer ten minutes or ten hours, but they're on (shrug)".
He replied something along the lines of, "Thanks, I'm waiting for my sister, so don't know how long she'll be".
...Why? I mean, we coulda just completed that whole scenario with a series of grunts and gestures.
Five seconds later, neither of us cares anymore. Why'd I get reminded of that interaction by a pair 'f insects?
Maybe because of the brief, trivial nature.
Not because either of us contemplated mating with, or eating each other in a mall carpark... then again... it's Adelaide.
-assorted, unrelated bug pictures taken recently-
"I prefer an intelligent moron to a moronic intellectual" - Rihia2k
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