Abstract:
As the shadows lengthen in the evening, the familiar strident chirping of crickets and katydids resound through city yards and country forest and field. We have, at times, been deafened by the ytmbal chorus of cicadas high in the old cotton Wood tree on a hot summerday, or startled by a crepitating grasshopper as we passed thorough a quiet field. But have you ever eavesdropped on a rotten log to listen to the intimate communications of beetles?
