What does this mosquito look like? Its body was less than a fifth of an inch long, its eyes were reddish-black, its face was white, its breastplate was black, silver-gray, with five rows of tiny black dots, many bristles, its belly was gray, and its legs were black, like a vicious and treacherous killer.

These mosquitoes can find a hidden place to lurk in the sun, and when the brindle bee comes with a lot of pollen, the mosquitoes follow it closely, swirling and flying.

Suddenly, the brindle bee lunged down and rushed into his house. Immediately, the mosquito also stopped at the entrance of the cave, turned its head towards the hole, and waited like this for a few seconds, but the mosquito did not move.

They often faced each other like this, only an inch or so apart from each other, but they all seemed very calm.

The brindle bee was a gentle elder, and if it wanted to, it was perfectly capable of knocking down the little robber who had destroyed its house at the door, and it could bite it with its mouth, and it could stab it all over with its thorns, but it did not do so, and left the little robber to lie there in peace.

As for the little robber? Although there are powerful opponents in front of it, and although the hateful little mosquito knows that the brindle bee can tear it apart with a single effort, it has no fear at all, bullying the "honest man"!

Soon, the brindle wasp flew away, and the mosquitoes went into action.

It flew into the nest as if it were home, and now it could do whatever it did in the little nest where it was stocked with a lot of food.

Because these nests have not been sealed, the mosquito can calmly choose a nest and lay its eggs in that nest, until the owner returns, it is safe, no one will come to disturb it, and when the owner returns, it has already completed its task, patted its ass and fled.

It will also find a hiding place nearby, waiting for a second chance to steal.

If you look at the pollen clumps hiding in the nest of the brindle bee in a few weeks' time, you will find that the pollen clumps have been eaten to a pulp.

In the little pollen nest, a few small worms with sharp beaks wriggled—they were the babies of mosquitoes, and among them, a few larvae of spotted wasps were sometimes found—and they were supposed to be the real owners of the house, but they were already hungry and thin. The mosquito robbers' plan to "steal beams and change pillars" succeeded.

The gluttonous invaders stripped them of everything that was rightfully theirs. The poor little thing gradually weakened, and gradually withered, and finally disappeared completely. The larvae of the vicious mosquito swallowed the corpse one bite at a time.

Although the mother of the baby bee often comes to visit her young, she does not seem to realize that the nest has been turned upside down.

She would never kill the strange larvae, nor would she throw them out of the door without hesitation, and she thought that it was her dear little darling who was lying in the nest.

Then she carefully sealed the nest as if her child were sleeping inside.

In fact, there was nothing left in the nest at that time, and even the baby mosquito had already taken the opportunity to fly away. What a poor mother!

If there is no accident in the house of the brindle bee, that is, it is not attacked by mosquitoes as I just said, then they should have about ten sisters.

In order to save time and labor, they do not dig another tunnel, but simply take the old house left by their mother and continue to use it.

Everyone politely entered and exited the same door, each doing their own work without disturbing each other.

At the end of the corridor, however, they have their own home, each consisting of a group of huts, which they dug themselves, but the corridor is communal.

When a spotted bee returns from the field after collecting nectar, its legs are covered in pollen.

If the door had been open, it would have rushed in.

Because it is very busy, there is no free time to wander at the door, sometimes there will be several spotted bees at the door at the same time, but the width of the tunnel does not allow two bees to walk side by side, especially when everyone is full of pollen, as long as the light touch will drop the pollen to the ground, half a day's hard work will be wasted.

So they made a rule: the one near the entrance of the cave should go in first, and the rest would wait in line next to them. After the first entered, the second quickly followed, followed by the third, and the fourth, and the fifth...... Everyone lined up and went in in an orderly manner.

Sometimes it happens that one brindle wasp is about to come out and the other is about to go in.

In this case, the brindle bee that goes in will politely step aside and let the brindle bee inside come out first, and each brindle bee behaves very personable and polite in front of its own kind.

Once, a brindle bee had reached the hole from the hallway and was about to come out, when suddenly it retreated and gave way to the bee that had just returned from outside.

It's really gentle and frugal! This spirit of mutual assistance is truly admirable, and with such a spirit, they are very efficient.

If you keep your eyes open and look closely, there is nothing more interesting than that!

When a brindle bee picks pollen from a field and returns to the hole, you can see a trapdoor that blocks the hole suddenly falls, opening a pathway.

When the foreign brindle wasp entered, the trap door rose up again and blocked the hole. Similarly, when the brindle bee inside is about to come out, the trap door is lowered first, and after the brindle bee inside flies out, it rises up and closes it.

What is this thing that goes up and down like a piston of a syringe? This is a bee, the doorman of this house. It pressed its big head against the hole.

And when the inhabitants of the house were about to enter and exit, it pulled the "deadbolt", that is, it immediately stepped aside, and the tunnel there was so wide that it could accommodate two bees. When the other brindle bees had passed, the "gatekeeper" came up again and pressed his head against the hole.

It guards the door motionlessly, so conscientiously that it will not leave its post without permission unless it has to drive away some uninvited guests.

In fact, this cute "janitor" is like the other brindle bees, but its head is flat, and its clothes are dark black with stripes. The fluff on its body was no longer visible, and the beautiful reddish-brown pattern it should have was gone. This set of tattered clothes seems to say it all.

This brindle bee, which used its body to hold against the doorway and act as an old doorman, looked more vicissitudes and old than anyone else.

In fact, it is the builder of this house, the mother of the current worker bees, and the grandmother of the current larvae.

Just three months ago, she was quite young, and she was toiling to build the house on her own.

Now she's retired — no, it's not a retirement, she's going to use her "sunset red" to protect the family with all her might.