Everyone has their own talents and their own character.Sometimes it looks as if we have inherited these traits from our ancestors, but it is very, very difficult to trace where these traits come from. For example, one day I saw a shepherd boy counting pebbles in a low voice, counting the total number of these pebbles as a kind of entertainment, so he became a very famous professor when he grew up, and finally , he might be able to become a mathematician.There was another boy, who was not much older than the other children, who only paid attention to playful things, but instead of playing with the other children, he He imagined the sound of an instrument, and when he was alone, he heard a mysterious ensemble.It can be seen that this child is very talented in music.The third child, who is small and thin, is also very young. He may accidentally smear his face on his face when he eats bread and jam, but he actually has his own hobby-like sculpture clay, made of All kinds of small models, these small models are sculpted by him in various shapes.If the little boy is lucky, he will one day become a famous sculptor.

I know that talking about other people's private affairs behind their backs is a very annoying behavior, but I thought maybe everyone would allow me to talk about it and take this opportunity to introduce myself and my research. From a very young age, I already had a feeling of being close to things in nature.It's a big joke if you think that my disposition to observe plants and insects is inherited from my ancestors, because my ancestors were all uneducated country bumpkins, and they didn't like other people. know nothing about.The only thing they know and care about is their own cattle and sheep.Only one of my grandparents ever turned a book, and even his spelling of letters seemed to me to be quite unreliable.As for any special training I have received, it is even more out of the question. Since I was a child, I have had no teachers, let alone mentors, and often no books to read.However, I just keep moving towards the goal before me, which is to someday add a few pages of my insights about insects to the history of insects.

Recalling the past, many years ago, when I was an ignorant child, I just learned to recognize letters. However, I am still very proud of my courage and determination to learn for the first time. One experience I remember very clearly is the first time I went to find bird's nests and collect wild mushrooms for the first time. The happy mood at that time really makes me unforgettable until today. I remember one day, I went to climb a mountain very close to my home.On the top of this mountain there is a forest that has long interested me. From the small window of my house, I can see these trees standing upright, swaying in the wind, and bending over the snow. I wish I had a chance to go to these woods and have a look.It took a long time to climb the mountain this time, and my legs are very short, so the climbing speed is very slow, and the grass slope is very steep, just like the roof.

Suddenly, under my feet, I found a very cute bird.I guessed that the little bird must have flown down from the boulder where it was hiding.After a while, I found the little bird's nest.The nest is made of hay and feathers, and contains six eggs.The eggs were a beautiful pure blue, and very shiny, and this was the first time I had found a nest, and the first of many joys the birds gave me.I was so happy that I lay down on the grass and watched it very carefully. At this time, the mother bird was flying around on the rock very anxiously, and even yelled "Tuck! Tuck!", showing a very disturbed look.I was too young to even understand why it was so painful, and I had a plan in my head that I would first take home a blue egg as a souvenir.Then, come back in two weeks, and remove the birds while they are still flightless.Fortunately for me, as I laid the bluebird eggs on the moss and walked home cautiously, I happened to meet a priest.

He said, "Oh! A Saksikola's egg! Where did you get that egg?" I told him about the back and forth of picking eggs, and said, "I'm going to go back and get the rest of the eggs, but not until the newborn chicks are just fledging their feathers." "Oh, don't you do that!" cried the pastor. "You mustn't be so cruel to snatch that poor mother bird's baby. Now be a good boy and promise me never to touch that bird's nest again." From this conversation, I learned two things.First, stealing a bird's egg is cruel.The second thing is that birds and beasts are the same as humans, they each have their own names.

So I asked myself: "My many friends in the woods, in the steppe, what are their names? What does Saksikola mean?" Years later, I learned that Saksikola means rock-dweller, and that the bird that lays blue eggs is a bird called a stone bird. There is a small river running quietly beside our village, and on the other side of the river, there is a forest, all smooth and straight trees, like tall pillars, and the ground is covered with moss. In this forest, I collected wild mushrooms for the first time.The shape of this wild fungus, at a glance, looks like an egg laid by a hen on moss.There are many other types of wild mushrooms in different shapes and colors.Some are shaped like little bells, some are shaped like light bulbs, some are shaped like teacups, some are broken, they shed tears like milk, and some when I step on them, become The color is bluish.Among them, there is one of the rarest, which is shaped like a pear, and has a round hole in the top, which is probably a kind of chimney.I poked it with my finger, and a plume of smoke came out of the chimney, and I filled a big bag with them, and when I was in a good mood, I made them smoke until they shrank into a kind of Something like tinder.

After this, I returned to this interesting wood several times.I was with the crows, doing my first lessons in mycology, and getting all that I could not have gotten by staying in the house. In this combination of observing nature and doing experiments at the same time, I have almost learned all my homework, except for two courses.I have had, and in all my life, only two lessons of a scientific nature from other people: one in anatomy, and the other in chemistry. The first is the help of Morgan Stone, a highly accomplished natural scientist, who taught me how to see the internal structure of a snail in a basin of water.The time for this course is short, but you can learn a lot.

When I first learned chemistry, I had less luck.In one experiment, a glass bottle exploded, injuring most of the classmates, one person was almost blinded, the teacher's clothes were burnt to pieces, and many spots were stained on the classroom walls.Later, when I returned to this classroom, I was no longer a student but a teacher, but the spots on the wall were still there.This time, I learned at least one thing, that is, every time I do an experiment, I always keep my students far away. One of my biggest wishes is to build a laboratory in the wild.At that time, I was still living in a situation where I was worrying about the daily bread problem, which was really not an easy thing to do!I have had this dream for almost forty years, to own a little piece of land, to surround it on all sides, and make it my own; Environmental conditions favored by wasps and bees.Here, without distraction, I can ask and answer with my friends, such as bee hunters, in an incomprehensible language, which involves a lot of observation and experimentation.

Here, too, there are no long trips and excursions to waste time and energy, so that I can keep an eye on my insects! Finally, I got my wish.I was given a small piece of land in a secluded part of a small village.This is a piece of hamas, which is named after a piece of uncultivable land in Chabrowense, which is full of stones.Few plants could grow there except some thyme.If you work hard, you can grow something, but it's really not worth it.However, some sheep will pass by in spring. If it happens to rain a little at that time, some grass can grow. My own hamas, however, has some red soil mixed with pebbles, and has been roughly cultivated.I was told that vines had grown on the ground, and I was somewhat distressed, for the original plant had been torn off with a fork, and there was no thyme now.Thyme might have been useful to me, as it made a hunting ground for wasps and bees, so I had to replant them.

It was full of crouching grass, erythrina, and Spanish peonies—plants with orange-yellow flowers and claw-like inflorescences.On top of these was covered the Illyrian cotton-thistle, with its towering trunk, sometimes six feet high, and with its great pink balls at the ends, laced with small thorns, so well armed. , so that people who collect plants do not know where to start picking.Among them, the spike-shaped cornflowers, had grown a long row of hooks, and the shoots of the rubus crawled to the ground.If you come into the woods with so many thorns without your high shoes, you will be punished for your carelessness.

This is my paradise that I have worked so hard for forty years! In this strange and deserted kingdom of mine is the happy hunting ground of innumerable bees and wasps, and never have I seen so many insects in a single place.All kinds of businesses centered on this land, with hunters of all kinds of game, masons, weavers, leaf cutters, cardboard makers, but also plasterers mixing plaster, carpenters drilling logs, and miners Diggers for underground tunnels, and workers for the membranes of the cow's intestines (used to separate the gold leaf), there are all sorts of people. look!Here's a bee that can sew.It peels off the reticulated wires of the erythrina, gathers a mass of stuffing, and carries it away proudly with its gills (i.e. jaws).It is going to go underground, and store honey and eggs in this mass it has gathered.There is a swarm of Leafcutter Bees, with black, white, or blood-red cutting brushes under their bodies, intending to go to the neighboring grove and cut the leaves into circular pieces. The harvest used to wrap them.Here is another group of mason bees in black velvet coats, they are doing cement and sandstone work.In my hamas we can easily find their working implements on the stones.Also, there is a kind of wild bee, which hides its nest in the ladder of empty snail shells.There is another species, which lodges its grubs in the pith of the dry raspberry stalks.The third is to use the ditch of dry reeds as its home.As for the fourth species, they live in the empty tunnels of the mason-bees, and do not even have to pay rent.There are also bees with horns, and some bees with brushes on their hind legs, which are used for harvesting. The walls of my Hamas were built, and here and there heaps of stones and fine sand were to be seen, discarded by builders, and soon occupied by various dwellers.The mason bees chose a crevice in the stone for their sleeping place.If there are fierce lizards, they will attack people and dogs when they are accidentally crushed.They picked a cave and lay down there waiting for a passing dung beetle.The black-eared thrush, dressed in white and black, looks like a monk in black, sitting on the top of the stone and singing a simple song.Where are the nests with their little sky-blue eggs to be found among the cairns?When the stone was moved, the little black-clothed monks living inside the stone were naturally also moved.I feel very sorry for these little black monks, because they are very cute little neighbors.As for the lizard, I didn't think it was cute, so I don't feel the slightest regret about its departure. In the sand piles, there are also colonies of digger bees and hunter bees hidden. To my regret, these poor digger bees and hunter bees were ruthlessly driven away by construction workers.But there are still some hunters left, they are busy all day long, looking for small caterpillars.There is also a kind of wasp that grows very large and dares to catch poisonous spiders. Many of these very powerful spiders live in the soil of Hamas.And you can see that there are also strong and brave ants. They dispatched a barracks force and lined up a long team to set off to the battlefield to hunt their powerful captives. In addition, the woods near the house are full of birds of all kinds.Some of them were singing birds, some warblers, some sparrows, and some owls.In the woods there was a little pond full of frogs, who made a deafening band when May came.Among the inhabitants, the bravest was the wasp, which took over my house without permission.At the door of my house, there are still white-rumped bees living.Every time I go into the house, I have to be very careful, or I will step on them and ruin their mining work.In the closed windows, the mason-bees build their earthen nests on the walls of soft sand.The small hole I accidentally left in the wooden frame of the window was used by them as a door.On the edge of the shutter a few lost mason-bees built their hives.As soon as lunch time came, these wasps came to visit. Their purpose, of course, was to see if my grapes were ripe. These insects are all my companions, my dear critters, friends I have known and am known, they all live here, they hunt every day, they build their nests, and they feed their families.Moreover, if I were to move my dwelling, the mountains were near me, and there were wild strawberry trees, cistuses, and heather everywhere, where wasps and bees love to congregate.I have many reasons for escaping the city for the countryside and coming to Inner South to do some weeding and lettuce irrigation.