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In some matchmaker scheme dreamed up by Mother Nature: a pair of CJs on one spring day - usually the third week in May when the weather is hot and humid, right after a rain when the wind has died down - look at each other across a honey bar and their dainty hearts suddenly flutter.
I feel such empathy for the Camponotus japonicus. They experience a romantic saga that staggers the imagination. We humans have certainly been involved in some dramatic romantic scenarios that cover the entire spectrum of possibilities. We each have a story to tell, and maybe some to secrete away from our friends, but alas, the Campontus japonicus experiences such an unparalleled event over such a short period of time, it trivializes any of our encounters.
Tradition driven by instincts takes over and the pair begins a familiar role, one in which they are powerless to interfere with it’s completion. The female with her stomach already swollen has to find a launch platform for her airborne romance. Her chubby condition limits her flight pattern so she is forced to climb a large blade of vegetation to its height where she can release herself into the air to begin the ritual of procreation.
The pubescent male, overdosing on his male hormones is held behind in the colony. He suspends himself out of an opening, looking upward as his fellow ants hold him back until the timing is right. In this strange bachelor party each of his friends holds one of his six legs tightly in their mouths as he lurches forward like a modern jet on the hydraulic slingshot aboard a naval aircraft carrier. He hungers for this first sexual adventure, straining for his freedom to pursue his chosen mate now dangling from a swinging blade of grass on high.
Finally he breaks loose, with the majestic Mount Fuji in the background and beautiful quince blossoms gracing the scene. He assumes the role of a Kamikaze pilot, as he’s suddenly airborne destined to join his female romantic partner in mid air for a torrid moment of passion.
After one hour of this romantic velitation, of another kind, they have finally fulfilled their destiny. He can descend to the ground, brag about his endurance and then prepare himself for his own expiration.
Her expanded stomach now filled with satisfaction, she descends to earth with a thud and casts off her wings. Returning to her colony, she becomes a passive egg repository.
When someone asks you what was the most exciting sex you ever had, remember the Camponotus japonicus and put yours in perspective. Unfortunately, he paid dearly for such a limited amoral experience. Yes I empathize with him -- it reminds me of my ex wife.
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