Ted, much to her delight, re-discovered coconut ants last night. let me explain ...

Dave and I are entomologists (study insects) and Dave is also a keen collector of moths and butterflies in his spare time. Some kinds of butterfly spent their caterpillar days in ant nests, eating ant grubs. A particular butterfly that he's fond of lives in coconut ant nests, so Dave was fossicking around in the ant nests, huntin' caterpillars and chrysalis, and managed to get his jeans covered in coconut ant smell.

The reason they're called coconut ants is because they smell like (wait for it ... ) coconuts! There must, however, be a fairly complex chemical cocktail in the scent because whenever Ted smells it she goes *nuts* - smooching and rubbing in it and getting very intense and possessive. When Dave got home last night Ted smelt his jeans, then rubbed her head on him, then her whole body. Dave decided at that juncture that it might be prudent to remove his jeans and give them to Ted before she got too excited. Lucky he did because shortly afterwards Dave went to pat Ted and she, in her drug-induced euphoria, bit him (no blood drawn)!

Ted spent about an hour with that pair of jeans, rubbing herself all over in coconut ant smell, and finally fell asleep on top of them - I guess she was blissed-out!

Copyright © Tish Silberbauer
November 5, 2000