I saw a link yesterday to the National Wildlife Federation about animal valentines.  So I clicked on it thinking I bet they’re sharing animal love stories in the wild. How sweet.

And the first story I read was this …

On warm, romantic summer nights, male fireflies flash their lights while flying—using a code that lets females know what species they belong to—then wait for the females to flash back from hiding places in vegetation. When a female lights up with desire, males zero in on her with hopes of finding a willing mate. But romantics, beware: The female of one firefly species copies the flashes of the females of species different from her own. When a hopeful male shows up, the mimic eats him, then goes on to mate with a male of her own species.

What? The female mimic eats him.

E a t s   h i m!

Chomp chomp.

The mimicking female floozy firefly eats him.

I didn’t want to read anymore but I had to.  Surely there was a good mating love story that I could share with my readers.  This is The Hunter’s Wife site about being married to a hunter and wanting to squeeze and hug fawns.

But then…

I read about the rhinoceroses and my search was over.

In rhinoceroses, females in mating condition produce specially scented dung piles that signal their readiness.

I hope you’re not eating breakfast.

Or a cupcake.

D u n g.

What in the fertilization.

For the love of a bathroom door with a lock.

Have a good day all … I’ll be in recovery from using the word dung.

Image from:  Firefly Graphics

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net