1) Termites belong to the order Isoptera which means equal wings (equal in lenght).
3) Termites feed on cellulose, the main component of palnt cell walls and the most common organic compound on Earth. It can be found in dead plant material generally in the form of wood, leaf litter, soil and/or animal dung.
4 ) Cellulose in a termite's food is digested by myriads of microoganisms (ooooo, ahhhhhhh) living in the termite's digestive tract. An excellent example of symbiosis !!! Woot Woot and the crowd goes wild!!! But, that also means they can cause serious structural damage to buildings, crops or plantation forests. In the southwestern United States, termite damage is estimated to $1.5 billion each year in wood structure damage (source: Wikipedia).
5) Depending on the species, termite nests can be entirely subterranean or may protrude above the surface as mounds, some reaching 9 meters tall (30 feet) !!!
6) Termites use mud tubes to travel above ground. The tubes provide protection from predators and prevent water loss due to open air.
7) It is estimated that certain termite queens can produce up to 30,000 eggs/ DAY! (O_O)
Below is a flash fiction piece (~350 words ) I wrote this morning. The idea came to me last night at 2 am :/ I don't ever write in this tense and it shows but nevertheless, I wanted to take a stab at it.
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I sit in the middle of the table, cross-legged. My eyes seduced by the overhead light source.
Flash, flash, flash.
The hallucinations begin.
A parade of psychedelic colors enters my visual
field. They swirl in front of me, breathtaking in their juxtaposition. They
look soft and warm. I reach out to catch the blue one. It’s quick. I giggle.
Flash, flash, flash.
They vanish.
Now I’m hot. I tug at my robes then my body snaps
back. I fall from the edge and hit the ground but feel no pain. I try to get up
but my body, rigor mortis-like, does not comply.
“They’re eating my brain,” I say. "I can feel
them in my head. Feasting." My voice escalates, my heart starts drumming, my anxiety is climbing.
“Shut up Batskin. No one is eating your brain,”
says a voice outside my view.
I wait
for my body to melt and then sit up. Clovis
Flash, flash, flash.
A small visitor enters the room. It wears a
bronze galea on its head. I’ve seen it before; it’s from the OmegaArc 90 sector.
It needs to know.
“They’re eating my brain and they’ll eat yours
too,” I warn.
“What the hell is he tripping on Clovis
“Schizomethtral.” I watch the word trail out of Clovis
“Crap, Clovis
“I only gave him one hair.”
The visitor approaches me. It’s huge now, a towering
figure above me. It looks angelic. Maybe it’s not from OmegaArc 90. Maybe it’s
an angel from the Vega moon. My mind wonders, I can’t stop staring at its
beauty. “If his eyes dilate any wider, I’m taking him to the medical compound.”
So many words crowd the room. I watch them mix together forming new sentences, mostly gibberish.
“Whatever man. Take him and get out. Both of you are
killing my ride.”
“They’re
eating my brain,” I whisper again.
“Calm down Batskin. No zombies here.”
Zombies? It thinks
of zombies but it’s wrong!
I feel a tingle in my sinus, a tickle in my
nasal cavity that causes me to sneeze. Something is forced out of my nose. It drops to my
hand. Its a small white creature no larger than the lashes on my face.
“What the hell is that?” says the towering
figure in front of me.
It sees it too. I am relieved. “Termites from the
planet Earth. I told you, they’re eating my brain and they’ll eat yours too.”
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IMPORTANT: Just so we're clear about this, the above excerpt is a work of fiction. Termites do NOT eat brains! Unless, your brain is made of wood.
