Drawn by the scent of their hapless prey.
Their victims are powerless to defend themselves…
Sweet, delicate flesh is ripped and torn as attacks come from all sides…
They shiver with feverish excitement…
…as the attack turns into a frenzy of shredding, chewing maws…
Some emerge from the writhing mass, their faces slick with gore…
Meanwhile, the young look on in horror, knowing that soon it will be their turn to face the onslaught.
Before long, all that is left are the dry husks of what was once a thriving group.
Leaving our hunters to move on, covered in the bloody remnants of their latest success, in search of new victims.
But they are not the only ones on the prowl today.
Tom Houslay 
Although of course you could be playing into the hands of the anti-insect brigade 😉
Hmm. Perhaps it’s too much to hope that I’ll tap into an underground anti-blackberry movement?!