Fly, my pretties! Fly!
As I’m heading along the lane this evening, I notice that there are clouds of winged ants buzzing around the lights. I say “winged ants” for want of the correct name for these things. They don’t actually look very ant-like. Once they’ve flown about a bit, their wings fall off to reveal a long-bodied insect that bears no particular resemblance to an ant. When I got down to Yiyuan I found that there were no winged ants down there, although I did carry one with me after it landed in my hair. There goes the ecosystem.
By the time I got back from XXKX, the clouds had largely dispersed, but you could see a carpet of discarded wings on the stone walls and the former owners wriggling their way across it.