#there are many disadvantages to being an entomologist

[winterhazelly]

I wrote this down on my phone last night so I wouldn't forget to manifest it you're welcome

#memeage #there are many disadvantages to being an entomologist #id in alt

[archived-gtronpa-account]

So what if for a motive instead of kokichi being a giant he’s shrunk and stuck with shuichi :0! ( like continuing off of the other motive writing you did -)

hiii I'm glad for this req I was hoping someone would catch my drift and ask for a sequel since I had an idea for it in mind 💃 altho I took a wittle little bit of liberty with your req I hope you don't mind

(again terribly sorry for the delay friend I hardly had any time for this hope you'll enjoy either way)

___

Word count: 1800

Summary: The game master has a new dirty trick up their sleeve to get rid of a certain little liar; but Kokichi isn't going down so easily, even with the threat of now death waiting for him at every corner.

___

It seemed the mastermind wasn’t too pleased when the motive hadn’t gotten him murdering and executed, so their next plan was to get him directly murdered.

Kokichi stands in Monokuma’s shadow, expression blank in face of the bear’s cruel cackles. It's a wonder how the mastermind can see him as a threat when he hasn't been able to stop any of the past murders, but he's still flattered that he's managed to mess with their plans enough that they'd stoop to such a low motive.

When the monochromatic bear leaves, Kokichi is left silently staring at the rest of his classmates from his spot on the cafeteria table, standing at the miserable height of a toy. Any other day, jokes and taunts and lies would be flowing out of his mouth, but his mind doesn’t come up with anything when he’s surrounded by classmates who he knows are already thinking of killing him and hiding his body to avoid a class trial; the same classmates whom he could hold in the palm of his hand only yesterday.

Silent and unmoving as he is, they must think him a scared little child; Kokichi Ouma, supreme leader of evil, reduced to some cute joke, some fanservice for an audience to coo at before he inevitably dies. The thought of the mastermind looking down on him and laughing to themselves at the moment is near sickening.

Kiibo is first to speak up, “So… What should we do about this?”

“I say,” Maki’s reply is instantaneous, like she’d been waiting to say those next words for too long, “We end this killing game right here and now.”

And when she takes a swift step forward, red eyes piercing through his tiny form with a murderous intent he’s seen too many times already, Kokichi can’t do anything but resign himself to the fact that he won’t live to stop the killing game.

Then something darts in front of him and blocks his view, and he thinks he somehow must’ve dreamed the words, “Maki, don’t hurt him.”

It takes his paranoid brain longer than he’d like to admit to realize that the hand in front of him isn’t coming to grab him and squeeze his guts out, rather, it’s shielding him. A gesture he wouldn’t expect coming from anyone in this room, except-

“You can't fall for the mastermind's trick so easily.” Shuichi stands towering in front of him in a protective stance, like some knight in shining armor; and to think this is the same boy who was cowering in his presence only days ago.

"Yeah! Harumaki, you promised, remember?" Kaito, the actual knight in shining armor of the academy, doesn't come to protect him; instead, he steps up to Maki and places a hand on her shoulder. Of course, when killer girl is trying to kill poor lil' Kokichi, it's still her who needs help and support and not the doll-sized villainous boy about to be murdered. "This has gotta be a trap or somethin'."

"Right," Shuichi joins in. He briefly glances over his shoulder at Kokichi, and the now tiny boy meets his gaze with the same blank expression. "Think about it, doesn't this new motive seem more like a way to…" his gaze lingers on Kokichi's small form for a second longer, before he tears it away, "… to get rid of a specific classmate?"

"Yeah," Kaito chimes in, "I'm starting to think the mastermind wants Kokichi dead for whatever reason," The grave expression on his face matches the morbidity of his statement. He slams his fists together in determination, "We can't let that happen."

"I do agree," Kiibo pipes up, "That if Kokichi was the enemy hiding among us, it wouldn't make sense to put himself in such… disadvantageous situation," he's hesitant and careful with his choice of word, like he could somehow be tiny-phobic.

"You're all overthinking this too much," Maki's cold gaze falls back on him, and if looks could kill, a body discovery announcement would have played out, "The killing game stops when the mastermind is dead. Simple as that."

The pressure of her stare threatens to crush him. Kokichi's legs nearly give out under his weight, and his first reaction is to stumble a few steps back and plaster a grin on his face.

“Pish posh, poor Harumaki… wants to kill me so badly, she's ready to do it in front of everyone,” His voice nearly wavers, he takes another step back for good measure. No use in trying to reason with an assassin or try to gain anyone’s sympathy; it’s always easier to stick to the role he’s written himself into.

Kokichi speaking for the first time seems to trigger the whole cafeteria to erupt in a cacophony again. Maki tries to push past Kaito and Shuichi to get her grubby hands on the little leader, and the two boys defend him (at least he thinks they do); someone yawns and someone else gasps and exclamations and accusations are thrown around.

"There has to be more to this motive!"

"You're protecting him over a maybe?"

"This is terrible, we shouldn't fight!"

"Nyeh… we still haven't had breakfast…"

They argue and bicker, like they always do when a new motive is presented and they don’t know what to make of it. Kokichi finds it easy enough to block out the obnoxious voices. He lets cold logic take over his mind and shadow his fear as he assesses the situation.

Even if he refuses, they'll probably force him to be baby-sat by someone. Staying with Maki or Miu is out of the question. Kiibo would be a good choice if Kokichi wanted the eyes of the mastermind and the audience on his back at all time, and Himiko would be a good choice if he wanted all the protection of a bodyguard who doesn't tolerate him and sleeps most of the time.

Gonta does tolerate him and has already worked with him in the past; he wouldn't be a bad choice, but for now Kokichi has a feeling he'll end up sleeping in a bug case with cockroaches if he goes with the giant entomologist, so he'll pass. Kaito superman-wannabe-Momota wouldn't be so bad either, but he'll probably take advantage of the situation and try to get the tiny boy to open up about his super evil dark past or whatever; so again, he'll pass for now.

And then there's Shuichi… Staying with his beloved detective, they could stay up late at night and braid each other's hair and share their secrets, they could make plans together and explore the school and beat the mastermind like some iconic duo, they could even pick that night's game of chess back up since Kokichi still remembered the setting of the board. Staying with Shuichi, truely a dream come true, and a dream right in his reach. But he wasn't in dreamland, he was stuck in a killing game hell where he couldn't let his facade slip and show vulnerability so easily to the protagonist of their game. His eyes fall to the floor with the shame of entertaining such a dream before remembering the sobering reality. Staying with Shuichi is out the question.

Kokichi goes back to listening to the conversarion, but he finds the room silent and eight pairs of eyes on him.

“Kokichi,” Shuichi speaks again. The boy is tempted to look away, but he forces his eyes to meet the giant detective's faded gold ones, “you can stay with me if you want?"

A taunting smirk pushes its way to his face. “Man, Saihara wants to get a hold of me so he can do all kindsa weird stuff to me? Ew ew ew, so gross, I'm so terrified! How could you do this to a frightened little boy?”

“Kokichi,” he considers the exasperation in the detective’s tone a victory to him, although an unpleasant one, “You don’t need to be so obnoxious, if there’s someone you want to stay with, you can say it.” Sheesh, wasn't Shuichi dying to talk to him the other night?

His best option isn’t ideal, but he can't get too picky in his current situation. “Welll, I think I’d like to stay with big sis Shirogane!” he hears the girl in question sputter a noise of surprise, and all eyes turn to her.

“What are you planning?” Maki speaks again after a long silence, voice betraying her skepticism.

“Oh, are you jealous I didn’t pick you, big sis Harumaki?” Do you want to die?

“Do you want to die?” Bingo. Too predictable.

“Uhm,” Tsumugi’s meek voice cuts him off before he can retort, “Why me? I-I mean, I don’t mind, I just don’t understand?”

Kokichi turns to her, and she nearly flinches at his attention. At least there’s one person in the room who’s still intimidated by him. “I just wanted to stay with my absolute favourite girl in this academy," as he says that, he walks around Shuichi's still outstretched hand to better face the absolute favourite girl in question, shooting on his way a quick glance up the detective, "aaand there's also this one cosplay I really wanna try now that I'm cutie-sized. That is, if Shirogane is fine with it?"

Tsumugi looks down to her feet and starts to vibrate with excitement hard enough that he can feel it under his feet. "O-Oh, I am fine with it. I wonder if we're both thinking of the same anime… but the only male character there has a dark skin tone, and there's one girl that really looks like you… You don't mind wearing a dress, do you?" She's already walking up to him with an outstretched hand, as if driven by the by the force of her love of cosplay.

Kokichi blinks his fear away and steps into the unsteady surface, immediately understanding the fear and discomfort in Shuichi's face that last night. Questions and accusations are still coming at him left and right, but he pointedly ignores it all and waves back to his remaining classmates with his cockiest smile as he leaves in the giant girl's hand, mind already buzzing with plans to survive the new motive.

___

hope you don't mind the bit of saiou angst twist thing in the end 😔😔 I was too tempted to resist. Well hope u enjoyed dear !!

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #gtronpa #gt #Kokichi ouma #Shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #kaito momota #tiny!Kokichi #giant!shuichi #giant!Maki #giant!kaito #ask #request #writing

[ink-asunder]

There are many disadvantages of being an entomologist

#bugs

[and-then-there-were-n0ne]

Throughout history most gods were believed to enjoy not omnipotence but rather specific super-abilities such as the ability to design and create living beings; to transform their own bodies; to control the environment and the weather; to read minds and to communicate at a distance; to travel at very high speeds; and of course to escape death and live indefinitely. Humans are in the business of acquiring all these abilities, and then some. Certain traditional abilities that were considered divine for many millennia have today become so commonplace that we hardly think about them. The average person now moves and communicates across distances much more easily than the Greek, Hindu or African gods of old.

For example, the Igbo people of Nigeria believe that the creator god Chukwu initially wanted to make people immortal. He sent a dog to tell humans that when someone dies, they should sprinkle ashes on the corpse, and the body will come back to life. Unfortunately, the dog was tired and he dallied on the way. The impatient Chukwu then sent a sheep, telling her to make haste with this important message. Alas, when the breathless sheep reached her destination, she garbled the instructions, and told the humans to bury their dead, thus making death permanent. This is why to this day we humans must die. If only Chukwu had a Twitter account instead of relying on laggard dogs and dim-witted sheep to deliver his messages!

In ancient agricultural societies, most religions revolved not around metaphysical questions and the afterlife, but around the very mundane issue of increasing agricultural output. Thus the Old Testament God never promises any rewards or punishments after death. He instead tells the people of Israel that ‘If you carefully observe the commands that I’m giving you […] then I will send rain on the land in its season […] and you’ll gather grain, wine, and oil. I will provide grass in the fields for your livestock, and you’ll eat and be satisfied. Be careful! Otherwise, your hearts will deceive you and you will turn away to serve other gods and worship them. The wrath of God will burn against you so that he will restrain the heavens and it won’t rain. The ground won’t yield its produce and you’ll be swiftly destroyed from the good land that the Lord is about to give you’ (Deuteronomy 11:13–17). Scientists today can do much better than the Old Testament God. Thanks to artificial fertilisers, industrial insecticides and genetically modified crops, agricultural production nowadays outstrips the highest expectations ancient farmers had of their gods. And the parched state of Israel no longer fears that some angry deity will restrain the heavens and stop all rain – for the Israelis have recently built a huge desalination plant on the shores of the Mediterranean, so they can now get all their drinking water from the sea. […] 

In premodern times religions were responsible for solving a wide range of technical problems in mundane fields such as agriculture. Divine calendars determined when to plant and when to harvest, while temple rituals secured rainfall and protected against pests. When an agricultural crisis loomed as a result of drought or a plague of locusts, farmers turned to the priests to intercede with the gods. Medicine too fell within the religious domain. Almost every prophet, guru and shaman doubled as a healer. Thus Jesus spent much of his time making the sick well, the blind see, the mute talk, and the mad sane. Whether you lived in ancient Egypt or in medieval Europe, if you were ill you were likely to go to the witch doctor rather than to the doctor, and to make a pilgrimage to a renowned temple rather than to a hospital.

In recent times the biologists and the surgeons have taken over from the priests and the miracle workers. If Egypt is now struck by a plague of locusts, Egyptians may well ask Allah for help - why not? - but they will not forget to call upon chemists, entomologists and geneticists to develop stronger pesticides and insect-resisting wheat strains. If the child of a devout Hindu suffers from a severe case of measles, the father would say a prayer to Dhanvantari and offer flowers and sweets at the local temple - but only after he has rushed the toddler to the nearest hospital and entrusted him to the care of the doctors there. Even mental illness - the last bastion of religious healers - is gradually passing into the hand of the scientists, as neurology replaces demonology and Prozac supplants exorcism.

The victory of science has been so complete that our very idea of religion has changed. We no longer associate religion with farming and medicine. Even many zealots now suffer from collective amnesia, and prefer to forget that traditional religions ever laid claim to these domains. “So what if we turn to engineers and doctors?” say the zealots. “That proves nothing. What has religion got to do with agriculture or medicine in the first place?

Traditional religions have lost so much turf because, frankly, they just weren’t good in farming or healthcare. The true expertise of priests and gurus has never really been rainmaking, healing, prophecy or magic. Rather, it has always been interpretation. A priest is not somebody who knows how to perform the rain dance and end the drought. A priest is somebody who knows how to justify why the rain dance failed, and why we must keep believing in our god even though he seems deaf to all our prayers.

Yet it is precisely their genius for interpretation that puts religious leaders at a disadvantage when they compete against scientists. Scientists too know how to cut corners and twist the evidence, but in the end, the mark of science is the willingness to admit failure and try a different tack. That’s why scientists gradually learn how to grow better crops and make better medicines, whereas priests and gurus learn only how to make better excuses. Over the centuries, even the true believers have noticed the difference, which is why religious authority has been dwindling in more and more technical fields. This is also why the entire world has increasingly become a single civilisation. When things really work, everybody adopts them.

-  Yuval Noah Harari, The Gods of Planet Earth in Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow

#yuval noah harari #the gods of planet earth #homo deus: a brief history of tomorrow #homo deus

[teratoscope]

Emperor Gall Wasp

You are bound hand and foot by the bone-clad enforcers and taken into the heart of their encampment; as you near the center it resembles less a bandit camp and more a nobleman’s orchard, each tree spaced with flawless regularity and beaming with health in spite of the bitter cold. In the center of it all is an abomination. At one point it was a tree; now it is something for which you have no name. The upper branches gyre, covered in blister-textured leaves the color of dried blood; the leaves lock together into tight grids, and as the branches intrude upon you you realize that taken as a whole each branch is a sort of compound eye, taking you in. Branches lower down come to sharp points or clublike knobs; one or two end in complex, articulated jaws built to mince and disassemble. Knotholes flex and gum like toothless mouths, dribbling sap gone black and half crusted over. It turns on its carpet of root-legs, revealing a patch of pale, curving heartwood nestled between the limbs. It bears a crude resemblance to a human face, as imagined by something that has never seen a human, but has heard it described and from that description decided that it hates them. It speaks: 
“You have trespassed. Trespassers make good fertilizer.” HD 11 MV 120’ AC chain & shield AT murderous branches x4 (2d6, save or 1d3 Con damage from poison), snaking lianas (60’ radius, all smaller targets check Dexterity or are knocked prone), necrotic resin spray (30’ cone, single attack roll; 1/2 MV and 1 necrotic damage/round unless a full-round action is taken to scrape the gunk off) Special animate dead at will for any plant, zombie fruit, freakish intellect

zombie fruit—an emperor gall wasp’s tree-wight produces 1d10 ichorous, leathery fruits per week; if their juices are fed to a corpse they will rise as a standard zombie, and if a living being eats the fruit they are treated as functionally undead and can speak with dead freely, but are at disadvantage to resist any enchantment effect and take an extra point of damage any time they suffer harm. freakish intellect—the emperor gall wasp becomes fluent in any language spoken or written for 1d3 rounds within its presence, can cast as a wizard with equivalent hit dice but does not by default know spells until it can acquire them from a stolen spellbook or wizard’s brain, and can surrender actions one-to-one to alter a combatant’s initiative score.

The adult emperor gall wasp is almost entirely harmless to humans. It is small, brown, and unremarkable-looking, and largely uninteresting except to dedicated entomologists and growers of fruit trees. The larva is another matter. It’s the size of a human thumbnail, brilliantly colored, and there’s a fifty-fifty chance it poses an enormous threat to anything that breathes for many, many years. Like other gall wasps, emperors alternate generations of sexual and parthenogenetic reproduction, usually in a spring-fall cycle. Spring emperors go through the standard gall wasp life cycle. Fall emperors—the parthenogenetic clones—take an extremely overzealous approach to protecting the stability of the gene pool during the fragile winter period. Ordinary gall wasp larvae parasitize trees, twisting bark, leaves, and fruit into hard, bitter shells that are more trouble than most grub-hunting predators are willing to put up with for a single grub. Fall-laid emperor larvae, by contrast, mutate, kill, and then reanimate the entire tree, turning it into a mobile undead weapons platform. Fall emperor larvae aren’t just innately magical—they’re ruthlessly territorial and politically minded. They are self-aware and capable of high-level inductive reasoning from the moment that their nervous system begins to take tentative form. Given sufficient time they can, through pure inference, project reasonably accurate models of the languages spoken by the people native to the eight to ten miles surrounding their parent tree. They also have a wasp’s inborn willful contempt for all other things that live. Once a spring-born emperor larva cements its hold on its tree, it begins to curate a garden. It will accumulate—first by force, then by intrigue—an army of caretakers for the trees that will host the springtime generation. This is the economic core and central driver of the nation that the wasp will attempt to build. Emperor larvae tend to come to blows over disagreements regarding how best to govern/torture subjects and cultivate gardens. If their cousins are hosted in trees of the same species, these duels will end with one pledging fealty to the other, formalized with an exchange of cuttings favoring the winner; the loser is winnowed and pollarded down into a knight. However, if one is hosted in, say, an ash and the other in an oak, they will fight to the death, each questing for the heart of the other, where the tiny grub lies nested under layer upon layer of calcified heartwood, suckling on necromantically infused sap. When the first thaw strikes, the murderous tree-wights fall dormant, and everyone in the area collectively lets themselves exhale as the fall larvae pupate, eventually boring their way out of their host trees with small but powerful full grown wasp jaws. Spring or fall-born, come adulthood the emperor gall wasp poses no threat to anything, as they live for only a few days before they starve—they cannot eat, only chew—and have no particular intelligence to speak of. During the interim, the wooded places in the hilly forests of western Ghet these wasps call home see civil unrest as loyalists and revolutionaries clash over whether to burn the trees or let them be, while profit-minded souls seek to penetrate the palaces of the wasp lords in search of their gall-trees. The resin of an emperor gall wasp’s tree is a frighteningly potent ingredient in certain rituals, and can be refined into an ink used to create life from artwork or seal things inside it.

#frp #frpg #ttrpg #dnd #D&D #dungeons and dragons #monster #monster design #game design #fantasy #bestiary #homebrew #ruleslight #statblock #worldbuilding #fantasy ecology #vermin #plant #undead #insect #parasite #spellcasting #emperor #royal #regime #wasp #vespine #life cycle #host #wizard

[insect-world]

The amazing insect world

By a wake up reporter in Spain

Do insects, in your opinion, be a source of inconvenience, but do you want if the world was devoid of these annoying creatures? For every insect that passes before you, why don't you learn anything about its world? Insects are a great nation that outnumber humans by a number of 2,000,000,000 to 1, so make sure that the insects are here to stay!

A quick glance at some of these amazing creatures may convince you to give the insects the respect they deserve.

Flying heads, wonders of vision

There are many insects that are very adept at flying. Consider some examples. Mosquitoes can fly upside-down. Some can even fly in the rain without getting wet, avoiding raindrops! Some tropical wasps and tropical bees fly quickly. It reaches 72 kilometers per hour, and one of the royal butterflies in North America traversed a distance of 3.301 km during its migration, and the flaming flies can whip its wings more than a thousand times per second, much faster than the hummingbird. Dragonflies are able to fly back, which aroused the curiosity of researchers and made them Nkpon to study them.

If you ever tried to hit a fly, you know that these insects have very sharp eyesight, and that is associated with a reflex action ten times faster than we did. What is interesting is that the fly has a compound eye that contains thousands of hexagons, and each lens works Independently of others, so it is possible that what the fly sees is divided into small parts.

Some insects can see ultraviolet light that humans do not see. Therefore, the butterfly we see is pale white, not faded at all in the eyes of the male bed.

Many insects use their eyes as a compass. Bees and wasps, for example, are able to determine the plane of polarized light, and this enables them to locate the sun in the sky even if the clouds obscure them. Thanks to this ability, this can Insects have to move away from their homes in search of food and then return to them without leaving.

Love over the air

In the world of insects, sounds and smells are often used to find a mate for mating, not so easy if your life span is only a few weeks and potential mating buddies are few and far between.

A female emperor mites find a "groom" with a strong smell so that the male can pick it up and head to its source, even if it is from a distance of about eleven kilometers, so we have sensitive senses that are able to capture one part of the smell.

As for the grandfather, the grasshopper and the cicada, it is preferred to express its voices. Even human beings are able to hear the buzzing cicada's cicada caused by its vibrating films so that all of its body turns into a sounding board. A large group of spinners can cause a stronger noise than a drill in compressed air! Make no sound.

Waking up and warming up

Warmth is important to humans who live in a cold climate, and the same is true in cold blooded insects that wake up every morning and are almost freezing, so the sun supplies them with the heat that the insects benefit to the maximum.

Flies and beetles are attracted to flowers or leaves that absorb the warmth of the sun during the early morning hours. Some beetles hesitate to the Australian water lilies that work as vegetable ovens. They raise the temperature of their flowers so that they are 20 ° C above the air temperature. When you need to warm up, open its wings and steer them toward the sun, making them effective solar panels.

It does it all!

In the world of insects, almost every species plays a different role, and some of these roles are very strange. Some types of mites derive the salt and moisture necessary to live by absorbing the tears of buffaloes. There are insects equipped with a strong antifreeze, so they live in the high mountains and spend their lives searching About insects that were killed by the cold to eat.

Ants are distinguished by diligence, as the wise king Solomon observed thousands of years ago. Solomon wrote: “Go to the ant, you sluggard. Consider its paths and be wise. (Proverbs 6: 6-8) And the absence of a leader among them becomes more surprising when one knows that some ant villages contain more than 20 million ants! But the village of these insects (more like a large city in terms of population) ) She works regularly regularly, as each ant does its job, thus the entire village gets food, protection, and housing.

The network of the earth is probably the most admired example of insect homes. Some of these nets rise 5, 7 meters. * And these building masterpieces are also equipped with a complex system of air conditioning and fungi gardens under the ground. More surprising is the land that builds these high monuments is blind. .

Why do we need insects?

Insects play an important role in our daily life. About 30 percent of the foods we eat depend on pollination by bees, most of which are wild bees. But pollination is only one of the beneficial actions of insects. In an effective refining system, because it contributes to the dissolution of dead plants and animals. Thus, the soil becomes rich after extracting nutrients that help the growth of things. Entomologist Christopher O'Toole writes in his book Foreign Empire (English): “Without insects "We would be drowned in dead animal and vegetable matter."

Insects are only valued when their work is missed, so consider what happened in what became Australia Home to millions of cows, herds must spread dung everywhere. This manure, in addition to its ugly sight, was a breeding ground for Australian flies (its scientific name is Musca vetustissima), which caused catastrophe for both humans and cows. From Europe and Africa, and so the problem was solved.Human friends or enemies?It is true that some insects eat crops and transmit diseases, but only about 1 percent of the insects in the world are considered harmful, and many of them have increased harm due to the changes that humans have made to the environment. For example, mosquitoes that carry malaria rarely disturb the local population who live In the tropical jungle, but it causes great harm in the villages bordering the forest, where stagnant water abounds.People can often control the harmful insects that attack crops by natural methods, either by planting plants according to an agricultural cycle or by fetching (or maintaining) what these insects eat. Ladybugs and lacewings can control the spread of insomnia (Aphids.) In Southeast Asia, public health workers discovered that two dragonfly larvae could keep a water tank free of mosquito larvae.Insects, then, despite their disadvantages, are an integral part of the natural world that we depend on. As Christopher O'Toole states, insects can live without us, but we “cannot live without them.”[The footnote]In humans, this equals a skyscraper more than 9 kilometers long.[Box / Pictures on pages 16 and 17]Transformation - a new look, a different lifestyleSome insects completely regenerate their shape through a process called metamorphosis. The changes can be very radical. The jaundice turns into flies, the caterpillars turn into butterflies, and the water larvae into drones that fly through the air. From insects.In order for this transformation - which is similar to converting a train into a plane - massive changes must occur in the body of the insect. Take, for example, a butterfly. When caterpillars dormant in its shell during the chrysalis, most of its tissues and previous body parts Another group of new adult organs, such as wings, eyes and two sensing villages, grows.Transformation often requires a different lifestyle, for example, when a dragonfly is in the larva, dragonflies pick up fish or frogs, but when they become adults they are able to fly, they eat insects. His life is swimming in the sea, then spend the rest of his life flying in the air like birds.Was it possible for evolution to organize these amazing transformations? How could Scurra come into existence on its own while it was programmed to turn into a butterfly? The question remains: Whatever appeared before - caterpillars or moths? The one does not exist without the other, because The butterfly alone reproduces and bleaches.The transformation process certainly provides convincing evidence of the presence of an accomplished designer, a being referred to by the Bible as the creator of all things, God, the Almighty.

http://insect-world.com/