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The White Coating
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The mealybug hatched on the stem of a lemon tree. It was small and soft. Its entirely covered body wore a white waxy coat. No hunt or run was needed; it simply fed.
Days passed. It grew. Produced more wax and now it was covering itself with a fluffy white layer. It was not aware that this coating was for protection. It simply felt good.
The ants came. They stroked its back while drinking the sweet honeydew that it produced. In return, they kept predators away. They were invisible. Just feed.
Then a day came when the air turned a little. The glaring smell burned with a sharpness. A rain fell. The mealybug curled even tighter in the wax around it to keep out poisons. Hundreds of them died beside it, their white skins shriveling to brown.
It survived. It built nests in the hollow of bark with eggs covered with wax for security; it never saw them hatch.
When the new mealybugs came, they found themselves without a parent. They found veins in the stem. They inserted their mouths. They drank.
And the tree got weaker. Ants still came, completing the end in the cycle. Feed, Grow, Coat, Repeat.
