Elf squad

These are the female elfs,

I was going to draw her nude, but... some people can get offended, everybody gets offended for almost anything nowadays... On Facebook, I am promoting my book. One dude did put some partially nude  females and some women immediately retaliated, they were accusing this dude and his pictures of being sexist...The funny thing in this situation is that we males, drawing these kind of pictures, are consciously or sub consciously  loving the idea of some scantly dressed fantasy woman appearing in our dull and boring realities. What is the problem with that? We are males, we love to see almost naked ladies, almost naked and fit ladies, I mean, it is printed in our genes; we are constantly looking for female healthy individuals. If we project that into our everyday life style, do we need to be condemned?

In the last post I was going to talk about my love-hate relationship with ants. In Mexico, we have these everywhere:

When I was little, I thought that their ant nests were going to be submerged into water rain, I used to construct for them some walls around their ant hills, and its roof was made of leaves... of course, stupid little old me, I didn't have the slightest clue that the ants were using these leaves to feed a mushroom that they stored beneath, and this one, has a symbiotic relation with them. It is feeding them and in return, it gets to eat as well. Amazing right? Not only that, there are lots of different classes of ants that essentially are cutting the leaves into minuscule little pieces, so the fungus can make a better digestion (I guess).

I used to feed the ants with drops of honey (not the ones from above, any other domestic ant), I loved the way one told the other and suddenly you got lots of ants drinking honey. For me, they were the  perfect social animal entity; everyone knew what it was supposed to do. No complaints, just hard labour for the sake of the colony.

And this past relationship of me admiring them, brings us to my current life: I have two little boys, the older one is going to be three years old in January. The little one will be five months in a few weeks. They don't know yet how to properly eat, so we have different ants everywhere in the house, because there is a constant quantity of food every fucking where... I am usually a patient man when dealing with insects, but there are some tiny little fuckers that really sting, some others are just nuisance, you left a glass with some milk or juice, and in half an hour is full with those little pricks... sigh

But you know whom I hate the most? The fucking mosquitoes. Here I usually try to clasp them out from the sky, which is sometimes really hard, specially when they are tiny and your eyes can't follow them cause they melt in the background. Well... whenever I am lucky and faster than them, I try no to fully kill them, just enough so that they can't fly again. I carefully pick them up, and I put them on ant trails, and then you can see how the ants gradually subdue the stupid mosquito and rip it apart... such joy in watching some ant taking its severed leg, and some other its wing, and here is when I stop and I ask myself if I am some kind of psychokiller (I hope I am not)... Anywaaays...

Mosquitoes are all not bad, there is a mosquito species that its larva is cannibalistic, it feeds on other larvas, this one I like. 

Changing of topics.... Last time I was talking about Folklore, among some other things, but I forgot to mention why the folklore? How does Folklore is born?

I remember when I was doing college, on one occasion, I thought I saw a fairy, and on my fertile imagination, I even draw it with a nice little ass. A friend of mine, told me that I was wrong. I insisted that just saw it, and it was as real as me or you. After all, I did see it with my very own eyes... My friend caught one without even hurting it, and he showed it to me. It was really not a fair, it was an insect that has two little "tails" on its back.

Tell me if it doesn't look like a (sexy) fairy? This little insect (Whooly Aphid) that I can't never photograph (is always out of focus), but I still manage to see some of them in certain locations. Now, imagine our medieval ancestors who encountered these little guys... or... what about some strange and rare diseases, like Epidermodysplasia verruciformis? 

Or what about people with horns?

Now, imagine these poor guys in our ignorant religious world of old days, these guys were probably hiding in the mountain to avoid capture from their fellow netizens who were looking for them to toast them down to a crisp... Nature and imagination are the parents of Folklore, some stories are nice, while some other might have dark and cruel origins...

I need to help my wife with my two little kids... I hope you guys, you unknown people, do like my posts... even if they sometimes have nothing to do with their true purpose!!! For me, it helps me to advance my writing skills, and everytime I like to put some drawings... So I guess, it's working out for me... See you around strangers.