Now having spent my school years in a hot country, I am used to all sorts of ground-hugging and aerial creepy-crawlies, including several thousand large flying ants coming into my bedroom through a gap in the blocks of the roof on my bedroom one year (!).
That said, I have hardly ever seen a flying ant in this part of the world. Yes, little red or black critters marching head-to-tail around the edge of the lawn, or a nest while capping turf in the peat bog in July years ago, but not the winged stage.
Yet this year, there are hundreds of the blighters, just caught this one contending with the gauze lid on the firepit we had out yesterday for a marshmallow toast:
It's a sign, not sure of what yet, though...
I read recently of clouds of them across GB big enough to be visible on satellite imagery, so: what gives?
Got to say the ant you photod looks very stylish.
I think she was posing, yes.
Alternately, as I suspect, @TallTrees, if she was a he, he probably loved his mate to death, and was on the way out anyway. Talk about going out with a bang, eh?
Nature is a tough mistress.
Ugly, spiky, noisy brutes, crickets - had one start to shrill behind our fridge once, worse than any smoke detector! I suspect yours is a cute grasshopper, @TallTrees.
Anything soldier-like around here is apt to get something chucked at it... The ants that tried to fly out through my bedroom years ago were much bigger than that, and still not soldier ants. They got caught inside the room, 'cos there was a mosquito frame on the window they aimed for. Bleh!
Shrilling crickets and buzzing cicadas in Spain - an amazing array of song (or racket!) 🤣
This cicada is similar to those in Spain, they can be remarkably hard to spot in a tree...
The one below is slap-bang in the centre of the photo... See it yet? 👀