National Geographic: The Savage Garden Page #2
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Her next meal will be escargot.
Remove the snail
from its shell... delicately.
Then tenderize by pounding on a rock.
The footage you are about
to see contains scenes
that may be disturbing
to some viewers.
Now if you can't stand the heat,
get out of the garden!
Speaking of the heat,
I'd like you to meet a fire ant.
work in huge colonies.
They run an efficient operation.
A quarter-million ants
that's one extended family,
can get by on two meals a day.
Here's the appetizer.
And now for the main course.
An ant attacks.
Reinforcements are quick to arrive.
The dragonfly makes a desperate move.
It's too late.
Again and again,
the dragonfly is stung
with a caustic venom.
It's death by a thousand fiery jabs.
And I thought paparazzi were bad!
Piece by piece,
the ants dismantle their captive,
like a scene out of Gulliver's Travels
Make that Reservoir Dogs.
For the ants,
it's Tails I win... heads, you lose.
Decapitation is the final insult.
Some say the world
will end in fire ants.
For the dragonfly, it just did.
I thought the garden was mine,
but in fact, creatures
had claimed it all!
My yard was divided into warring camps!
Each shrew controls its own patch.
And being some of nature's crankiest
creatures, shrews do not like to share.
My little shrew's neighbor is sleeping
just over the scent marked border
that defines their territories.
But while these little fellows have
they have poor vision and can
sometimes bump right into each other.
It's usually a nasty surprise for both.
The winner of this battle may gain
the other's territory.
The loser may end up as lunch.
They move faster
than Aunt Mildred dealing blackjack.
It's extreme wrestling on a tiny scale
Time out while they play
to the grandstands.
Now back to the action.
No one knows if shrews
are immune to their own venom.
But if they're not,
they really shouldn't be doing this.
A battle can last over half an hour,
but my little shrew settles this
one quickly with a well-placed nip.
No turf will change hands today.
And both scurry back to their homes.
I used to do
battle in the garden myself.
I felt it was my territory,
and I had to defend it.
Sure I had big weapons.
But I was starting to
worry about the little things.
Something was bothering me.
I couldn't put my finger on it.
Lucky for me.
Black widows were living in my shed.
The male is outweighed
He approaches,
tapping carefully to woo her
If we could understand
his vibes of love, it would go like,
Please baby, please baby,
please don't kill me!
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