“The males do all the serenading, lustful for females, each of whom waits in the dark loins of the night, listening with ears in rather odd places — on the abdomen or the front legs. A female homes in on a winged dude, lured by his siren song.”
“The males do all the serenading, lustful for females, each of whom waits in the dark loins of the night, listening with ears in rather odd places — on the abdomen or the front legs. A female homes in on a winged dude, lured by his siren song.”