Characteristics of mantis, bee, cat and red ant in insects

I hope to know more about bees. I have heard that bees have the ability to tell the direction, and no matter where they are abandoned, they can always return to their original places by themselves. So I want to try it myself.

One day, I caught forty bees in the honeycomb under the eaves and told my youngest daughter Egeland to wait under the eaves. Then I put the bees in a paper bag and walked with them for two and a half miles. Then I opened the paper bag and saw if there were any bees flying back.

In order to tell whether the bees flying under my roof were thrown away by me, I made a white mark on the backs of those abandoned bees. In this process, my hand was inevitably stabbed several times, but I persisted, and sometimes I forgot my pain. I just held the bee tightly and finished my work. As a result, over 20 bees were damaged. When I opened the paper bag, the bees that had been bored for a long time flew in all directions, as if trying to tell which direction to go home.

There was a breeze in the air when the bees were released. Bees fly very low and almost touch the ground, which may reduce the wind resistance, but I think, how can they fly so low and overlook the distant home?

On the way home, I thought about the harsh environment they faced. I guess they must not be able to go home. But before I set foot in the house, Egeland rushed over. She blushed and looked very excited. She shouted at me:

"There are two bees back! I arrived at the nest at 2: 40 and brought all the pollen. "

I let the bees go at two o'clock sharp. That is to say, in about three quarters of an hour, two little bees flew two and a half miles, not including the time to collect pollen.

When it was dark that day, we didn't see other bees coming back. But the next day when I checked the hive, I saw fifteen bees with white spots on their backs returning to the nest. In this way, 17 of the 20 bees did not get lost and returned home accurately, despite the headwind blowing in the air and the strange scenery along the way. But they did come back. Maybe it's because they miss the baby in the nest and the rich honey. With this strong instinct, they came back. Yes, this is not an extraordinary memory, but an unexplained instinct that we humans lack.

cat

I never believe that cats know the way home as well as bees. It was not until one day that my cat did it that I had to believe this fact.

One day, I saw an unremarkable kitten in the garden with a bony back under its thin fur. At that time, my children were still very young. They sympathized with the kitten and often stuffed it with some bread, one of which was coated with milk. The kitten ate a few pieces happily and then left. Although we have been gently calling it "Mimi, Mimi-"behind it, it still left without regrets. But after a while, the kitten was hungry again. It climbed down from the wall and ate a few more pieces. The children fondled its thin body with pity, and their eyes were full of sympathy.

I talked to the child, and we reached an agreement and decided to domesticate it. Later, it really lived up to expectations and grew into a small "jaguar"-red hair, black stripes, dignified and strong, sharp claws. Its nickname is "Ah Fu". Later, Ah Fu had a partner, and she also wandered from other places. The two of them later gave birth to many little tigers. No matter what has happened to my family, I have accepted it for about twenty years.

When we first moved, we were very worried about them. If we abandon these beloved cats, they will suffer from vagrancy again. But the mother cat and kitten can hold their breath and keep quiet if they are with them, but the two male cats-an old Alfred and a little Alfred-will definitely not be quiet during the trip. Finally, we decided to take old Ah Fu away, leave little Ah Fu here and find him another home.

My friend Dr. Laurie is willing to take little Alfred in. So one night, we put the cat in a basket and sent it to his house. When we came back, we talked about the cat at the dinner table and said it was really unlucky to find a family. Just then, suddenly something jumped in from the window. We were all startled. When we take a closer look, this flustered thing rubs its body happily and affectionately on our legs. This is the little lucky who was sent away.

The next day, we heard a story about it: it was locked in the bedroom as soon as it arrived at Dr. Laurie's house. When he found himself a prisoner in a strange place, he jumped wildly. Jumping on the furniture for a while, jumping on the mantelpiece for a while, banging on the glass window, as if to smash everything. Mrs. Laurie was frightened by the little madman and quickly opened the window, so it jumped out of the window. A few minutes later, it returned to its original home. It is not easy. It extends almost from one end of the village to the other. It has to pass through many complicated streets, during which it may encounter thousands of dangers, or naughty children or fierce dogs. There are several bridges. Our cat doesn't want to cross the bridge in circles. It decided to take the shortest route, so it bravely jumped into the water-its wet hair told us everything.