There are days reading is all about being striked and trying to figure out style from, hum, style. I mean, I’m not a native reader and it sometimes takes me to read twice to make sure to score double entendre and things like that. A few days ago, I found something scarelessly unobvious in a nevertheless wonderful book, Tropical Nature Life and death in the rain forests of Centra and South America (A. Forsyth and K. Miyata).
Female Canthon select their mate by the size of their balls.
Really? Oh man! Easy humour sticks readers, but it’s still easy! Next follows with more precision:
They jump aboard the rolling dung ball, scrambling to stay aloft as they ride away on the spinning nuptial globe. The ardent male pushes his ball and passenger over sticks and other obstacleswith unabashed Darwinian zeal. After rolling his treasures several yards, the male stops to escavate a burrow for the ball.
Lovely court. Dung beetles are really neat creatures. If you want some pictures, you can ride here.