I was woken in the night while camped beside the Ward river by raindrops on my face. I had to hurriedly get up and erect my tarp, and then couldn't get back to sleep. I soon heard a strange rushing noise - sort of like raindrops on still water (made sense as I was by the river, but the rain wasn't falling on the tarp anymore). Wind in the trees? No, it was coming from ground level. I grabbed my torch and was about to step out of the tent to investigate when I discovered what the sound was.
Slaters. Thousands upon thousands of them. Right outside my tent. They were massing along the ground in great streams. That's what the sound was - millions of little feet walking along the clay soil.
Stepping out of the tent gingerly I investigated further.
As well as the migrating hordes there were massed bunches here and there where they'd found something on the ground that I'd poured out when cooking:
I couldn't work out where they'd come from or whether they had any particular destination in mind. Why were they in such high density right here?
Slaters. Thousands upon thousands of them. Right outside my tent. They were massing along the ground in great streams. That's what the sound was - millions of little feet walking along the clay soil.
Stepping out of the tent gingerly I investigated further.
As well as the migrating hordes there were massed bunches here and there where they'd found something on the ground that I'd poured out when cooking:
I couldn't work out where they'd come from or whether they had any particular destination in mind. Why were they in such high density right here?
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It's a trial run in a remote area for their plan for world domination.
A saw a similar thing with moths on Hinchinbrook Island. Overnight huge numbers appeared as a result of some sort of synchronous hatching (may not be right term). I assume it is a strategy to overwhelm predators.
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