Over the past couple of weeks I have had to be mindful of all of the acorns dropping off of the oak trees, not there was anything I could have done to avoid being bonked by one besides not walking under the oak trees at all. That would take all of the fun and excitement out of it and it has only happened a couple of times. I was also curious to check out the acorns impregnated by weevils. I saw one lying on the ground that had the scar from an acorn weevil laying its eggs. I flipped over to see that there were two neat, round exit holes on the other side. I decided to open the acorn to see what it looked like on the inside. It was powdery and crumbly. I started to gently stir the contents when I saw something moving in the middle. A small white grub was wriggling around. I didn’t think that there still might be one still inside. It squirmed and twisted at being disturbed and exposed to the world. It soon carried on eating the flesh of the acorn as I sat and watched it. It is fascinating that this small, white, delicate, wrinkled grub would crawl down into the soil, spin a cocoon, metamorphose, and emerge in a year or two into a furry acorn weevil. There is so much unseen wonder constantly unfolding in nature. The force of life is an incredible energy that is constantly exploding forth.
