Let's hear it for the dung beetle. One of the smaller, yet most important, animals in the world.
The ancient Egyptians knew this- that's why they didn't call them dung beetles, but sacred scarabs. Much better.
Without dung beetles, the world would be a very different place. In fact, it would, in a very real sense, be a load of crap.
Dung beetles, like vultures, are nature's clean up crew. They feed on the excrement of herbivores and break it down, improving nutrient recycling and protecting livestock and wild animals from aggressive pests such as flies which would normally find a habitat on a plethora of poo.
Without dung beetles, the world would be a much smellier place.
They roll their ball of dung away from its origin (because when you've got hold of a really good poo pellet, you just KNOW some other ba*tard's going to try and steal it...) and then bury it, laying their eggs inside so that the larvae have a tasty treat to consume upon hatching..
And they're strong. One species, Onthophagus taurus is particularly so. I'm reliably informed by Wiki that in human terms it can push and pull the equivalent of six fully loaded double decker buses.
That's a good weight of faeces, even by a curry addict's standards. Certainly enough for a batch of larvae.
Most dung beetles don't eat or drink anything else at all during their lifetime- sadly for them, the dung contains all the nutrients and water that they need.
So let's pause for a moment to thank the dung beetle, and also to offer it our sincere condolences. Because to a dung beetle, the phrase 'eat shit and die' isn't a good-humoured insult - it's all there is to life.
And you thought you had problems.
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