Termite Tantrum

The light! The light!
Fly toward the light!

Apparently, rainfall in East Africa gives termites the impetus to sprout four wings and fly.
No joke.

And a long, steady thunderstorm - such as the one we experienced yesterday afternoon/evening/night - increases the strength of this stimulus.



In short, it's a miracle I'm alive and sitting at my desk, rather than carried off to the termite lair and sacrificed to their mound-making whims.

I approximated the number of the winged creatures
to one bajillion, eight thousand ninety six.

I look about as maniacal as the flying beasts above me.
(And you can see up my nostrils. Disturbing.)