Folks, love it or hate it, it’s real. This is weak evidence I admit, but I still like it. On the farm I was battling yellow jackets for territory, biting flies and mammoth hornets in legions. Then subtly and silently like a French horn at dawn with a tapestry scrolling—the black jackets arrive on the scene. Two by two they build their spiral hive, first. They establish their home. The fool ape runs for a bottle of poison, the biologist watches and reads. Fortune smiles for black jackets hunt the host biters and stingers, they are flying shepherds.
No master but nature, random variation, heredity, red tooth and claw, evolvability. Natural Selection. Believe. Know this.