BABY LOVE MICRODON HOVERFLY
AFLESHY DISC WITH THE APPEARANCE of a rubbery drop-scone slides slowly forward. Around it, ants dash in a panic, seeming to tend to the imposter’s every need.
Parting the grasses on this ant hill, I had expected to see the usual brood: specks of eggs; crescents of larvae; and the lozenges of cocoons. But this was the oddest thing. Was it an animal, a plant or a
