Love, Limbs, and Explosions: 4 Wild Ways Animals Get It Done
1. đ The Exploding Romance of the Honey bee 4 If human dating worked like honey bee dating, Tinder would come with a liability waiver and a small memorial service. Here’s the deal: in a honey bee colony, the queen takes a single “nuptial flight.” That sounds quaint. Pastoral. Maybe a little Jane Austen. It is not. She flies high into the air, trailed by male drones who have exactly one job in life: mate with her. They don’t collect nectar. They don’t guard the hive. They don’t debate macroeconomics. They are flying genetic USB sticks. When a drone successfully mates, his endophallus—yes, that’s a word—ruptures. Detaches. Stays with the queen. The drone falls to the ground and dies. That’s not metaphorical. That’s not poetic exaggeration. That’s “I had one good date and then immediately perished.” From an evolutionary standpoint, it’s ruthlessly efficient. The queen collects sperm from multiple drones in one flight, stores it for years, and then spends her life laying up to 2,000 eggs ...