A flying ant can withstand wind speeds of up to 84km/h…
Posted by Don Packett under Out & About , Travel on January 21 2008 at 9:17 AM…until his legs gave way and he blew off my windscreen.
True story.
…until his legs gave way and he blew off my windscreen.
True story.
January 21st, 2008 at 10:34 am
What, no proof?
January 21st, 2008 at 11:19 am
Nope, he’s recovering from the forced Rambo-roll somewhere.
January 21st, 2008 at 3:09 pm
Right….. so this is your stealth re-appearance in the ‘sphere again. Thought Scotty had irretrievably beamed you guys up and that you’d been fragmented into quarks or something. Welcome back!
Regards, Clive
January 22nd, 2008 at 1:28 am
Hahaha, was also just thinking what a kickass ‘welcome back’ post it was. Love it!
January 22nd, 2008 at 7:52 pm
…and no windscreen wipers were used to “help” him on his way?
January 22nd, 2008 at 7:55 pm
No way. I really wanted to see how fast I could go as he hung on! Dodging potholes on Bellairs while watching a flying ant is a mission!
January 23rd, 2008 at 7:48 am
Don, for the sake of scientific accuracy… were his wings still intact? Because the wind pressure on them would have helped keep him pressed against the windscreen. If so, false output data. Also, how did you establish gender?
January 23rd, 2008 at 9:38 am
Clive, his wings were flapping in the wind, right above his wildly-flailing ballsack.
January 23rd, 2008 at 12:32 pm
Eeeyew. That’s icky. The fella didn’t even have undies on!
January 23rd, 2008 at 2:52 pm
Have contacted Guinness Book of Records and they’ll be in touch with you shortly. They have one question: Did you notice if he was wearing sneakers? Because that would have given him an unfair traction advantage, in which case they can’t list him.
January 23rd, 2008 at 2:59 pm
No sneakers, but I did see a teeny tube of superglue tied to his waist. Bugger. Maybe next year.
February 24th, 2008 at 3:25 pm
Gaw, shucks man poor critter… i’m still recovering from stepping on a rather large snail hi-tailing it out of the morning sun to leafy sanctuary until some big oaf back from a night out…man, i’ve been sentimental twice – when Steve Erwin bought it and when i heard that crunch…sigh.