It is no wonder that she is also known as the Jewel Wasp. This 'Cockroach' thing raises questions, though. Gosh, I sure hope her personality is as utterly charming as her visage! (Literary device)
This delicate creature reaches a small, slender and perfectly formed 2 cm or so in length, with the males smaller. The females also have a sting (foreshadowing), which the males lack. Personally, I think if Cupid can shoot you in the heart with an arrow, this little sweetheart can have a sting! (Naive)
Alas, such finery cannot be found in all parts of the world. She graces tropical climes in Africa, South Asia and the Pacific islands. No doubt she is confined to only the most paradisal of lands. Such exquisiteness, were it to enter my humble life I don't know that my cack-handed ham-fistedness could truly appreciate her in the way she deserves. Woe is me!
So how does this lady spend her time? Does she eat food? I have no idea. She certainly mates, though. With some handsome, sculpted Adonis, no doubt. It's soon time to lay her eggs, her pearls of life. What does she do? She finds herself a cockroach. It begins.
Step 2: She calmly, carefully and clinically stings the roach in the head. She aims for a specific part of the brain for an equally specific effect.
At first, the cockroach grooms itself for around 30 minutes, while the wasp seeks out a suitable burrow. As time passes, the cockroach becomes increasingly lethargic as it descends into a stupor.
The roach isn't paralysed, certainly not dead, it's just totally relaxed with its predicament. If it gets flipped onto its back it will do all the same crazy leg stuff to flip itself over, but it's otherwise wholly apathetic on the great questions of life and death. And how to guarantee one and avoid the other.
Step 3: She chews off some of the cockroach's antennae and drinks some blood. No doubt this is all thirsty work, but she's probably not above some gratuitous cruelty either. The cockroach watches, contemplating the deep significance and profound meaning of the colour emerald.
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Step 5: She tucks the cockroach into her burrow and lays one egg on its abdomen. Before leaving, she piles up some stones at the entrance to keep predators out. The cockroach is grateful.
Step 6: The egg hatches and a larval Emerald Cockroach Wasp is born. No beauty, this. It looks like a maggot. She wants to be beautiful, so she eats her way into the cockroach's body. The cockroach is hungry. So hungry it hurts...
Step 7: The larval wasp consumes the cockroach from the inside. Carefully. She first confines herself to non-vital organs to keep the cockroach alive and fresh. Then she eats the rest, the entire process taking about 8 days. The cockroach is in pain, but the idea of running away never occurs to that enfeebled brain. It just doesn't seem like an option.
The roach tries "mind over matter" and thinks of higher things. The larval wasp really doesn't care. Too hungry. Eating.
Step 8: The larval wasp pupates. In time an adult emerges, first from the pupa, then the corpse, then the burrow. A jewel glints in the light for the first time. She has a dark past; she will have a dark future.
In your personal "Top 10 Worst Ways to Die" list, where would this come? Getting eaten alive over the course of a week. You're not paralysed or unconscious, just a bit confused. Almost like you're at a fancy dinner and you don't know which spoon is for the soup, so you just sit there.
Then someone starts cutting slices off you and serving them to the other guests. You just sit there, uncertain as to the correct course of action in such circumstances.
They didn't teach you about that at finishing school.
|Source, and understand the allusion without risk of nightmares|
I hear there are children these days who think it's "cool" or "fly" to get themselves "blissed out" or "whitied" or some such. I hope you now realise that such behaviour may well result in you getting eaten alive to death.
Don't do it, kids!