In a recent post, But Seriously, I described of my use of
Crazy Stinging Amazonian Bastard Ants when dealing with critics. When I
receive criticism I feel is unwarranted, I drop a package in the mail to
the criticizer. The package contains a colony of the ants in question.
The label on the package reads: shake roughly before opening. (The only
thing Crazy Stinging Amazonian Bastard Ants hate more than critics is to
be shaken roughly.)
Note: For criticism to reach the Crazy Stinging
Amazonian Bastard Ant level, it has to really hurt my feelings; if I
exhale a feeble whimper followed by a pained, why, upon receiving the
criticism, you’re getting ants in the mail.
It would seem there some people out there who don’t believe that
Crazy Stinging Amazonian Bastard Ants are real. People who all suddenly
seem to be experts on Amazonian wildlife and entomology. People who say
they’ve done their own research and can’t find any evidence of the
existence of such an insect.
Hey people, Google doesn’t know everything.
These people claim that no self-respecting taxonomist would give an ant such a silly name.
Things are often given weird or inappropriate names. Have you ever
seen a person and immediately thought to yourself: that person’s parents
misnamed him; his name should be Rat-Bastard Morgan instead of Piers.
Note: My deepest apologies to Piers Morgan and his family, that was entirely uncalled for, but I really like that joke.
They also say that ants don’t sting: they bite.
Nature provides us with many oddities and exceptions: mammals don’t
lay eggs, but the duck-billed platypus does. Birds don’t swim under
water, but penguins do. Humans don’t shed their skin like snakes, but
Hugh Hefner does. The list goes on and on.
Note: No apologies for Hef: he’s a reptile.
Let’s say for the sake of argument, the name Crazy Stinging Amazonian
Bastard Ants, is in fact a product of my fertile if not slightly warped
mind.
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