Pain.

The title of this post may suggest that I am about to write an emotional, depressing poem about my feelings.

Well I'm not. This post is about bugs.

I was driving up to Manti with my mom, dad, aunt and uncle today. For the entire 2 hour car ride, we talked about 2 things. Food, and tarantula hawks.

You may be wondering, what is a Tarantula Hawk? The first time I heard that name I was all, huh?

 

A flying bird spider would be pretty creepy. But the Tarantula Hawk is actually a wasp, and it looks something like this.

And now you're probably thinking, "Wow, really Kaela? That's just a little wasp. Stop being such a baby." Well guess what? There is nothing "little" about this disgusting creature. Take a look at this!

Yeah! That's pretty freaking gross! As if that isn't enough, here is a little background on our friend, there Tarantula Hawk.

The reason they are called Tarantula Hawks is: Tarantula, because they eat tarantulas, and hawk, I assume has something to do with their size, or maybe somebody decided that they are more gross than a spider bird. Because here is the life of a Tarantula Hawk:

First, the female tarantula hawk will find a tarantula, or other large spider, and then fight it, sting the crap out of it, leaving it paralyzed, and then drag it back to her cave of death. After that, she will lay an egg on it. The egg hatches, and then burrows inside the paralyzed tarantula eating everything except for the spider's major organs. That way the spider will stay fresh for the baby wasp for as long as possible. Once the wasp becomes an adult, it tears it's way out of the tarantula and continues this grotesque circle of life.

Why am I blogging about this?? Because it is completely grotesque and alien and unreal! I've just gotta say that evolution is totally messed up. But there is a reason this post is called "Pain"

According to some guy named Justin Schmit, there is only one sting that is more painful than a Tarantula Hawk, and that is the sting of a bullet ant. The sting of a Tarantula Hawk is about as painful, he says, as a toaster bath. And I'm not just saying that because of my weird obsession with toaster baths...I'm saying it as a fact. He also said that even if you are really pain tolerant, you'd still scream your head off for 3 minutes.

So pretty much...it's like the cruciatus curse.

Ew.