Any visit to a prairie in August is likely to produce sightings of weevils. These confounded fools gather on flower heads, suck juices like crazy, doing incredible damage to plants. Apparently they drink their fill, make love and then lay eggs in the flower's head or stem. When the flower head falls prematurely to the ground, the new weevils' life cycle is about to begin.
The only thing nice to say about weevils: they inspired this poem which my botanical friend, Bob Clips, shared with me. I hope you enjoy it too.