South of Manila
Approaching the end of their lives, termites produce wings, and fly….
The sun already started to set when they came in droves overwhelming the forest. They were everywhere, in our food, our drinks, necks and ears. We swatted and slapped and smacked and ran around, but there was no escaping the pesky little fliers! We looked up and saw birds circling around trees on mountaintops before dive-bombing in midair to catch the wood nibblers. It was sheer pandemonium in the skies! After an hour or so of frenzied flying, their wings fall out, then dropped on the ground, dead.