The Nightshade Tea: A Canopy Conundrum Unraveled

Scandalous winged escapades.

Alright, my fellow nocturnal revelers, Kin Kajuu is back on the prowl, ready to spill the nocturnal tea on this enchanting evening. The moon, high and mighty, is practically winking, sharing conspiratorial glances with the stars, as if to say, "You won't believe what goes down in the jungle after dark." 

And oh, do I have the deets!

First stop on the gossip train is L’Entomon, where the fireflies are throwing their annual gala and, as always, it's the talk of the treetops. I swing by, catching whispers of clandestine rendezvous and buzzing affairs. Against the background of the stunning light display made by the hosts themselves, I hear whispers of a tryst. Rumour has it that a noteworthy, well appointed dragonfly and a discreet damselfly of a certain age are entwined in a moonlit romance, setting the Canopy abuzz with scandalous winged escapades. Only time will tell if their union will topple the current hierarchy of the swarm, or if the sizzle will fizzle.

“Only time will tell if their union will topple the current hierarchy of the swarm, or if the sizzle will fizzle.”

— Anonymous Gala Attendee

The D.H.C.

Is there change coming to the treetops?

Now, let's talk about the Dark Hour Caucus, the shadowy gathering of wise owls, sly foxes, and mysterious bats. These three social circles rarely overlap unless there is change afoot. As I eavesdrop on their hoots and yips, I unveil a political power struggle among the wise old owls. Feathers are ruffled, alliances are forming, and the jungle is on the brink of a nighttime political drama that could rival any daytime soap opera. 

These guys.

Best to have a fox or three around to turn tragedy into comedy.

Should we be alarmed? Dear Canopy Dwellers, I think not. It seems pride and ego were spurring a longtime rivalry between two particular owls D. and M. The foxes, as usual, were able to utilise their skilful diplomacy. Especially of note was a certain respected elder fox who, with his usual humor and magnanimous whiskers, lightened the scenario, to the relief of all. 

As for the bats, I am not fluent in echolocation, but from what I gathered they were all well relieved this kerfuffle came to an end. Who knew the treetops held such political intrigue?

Flirts in echolocation.

But that's not all, my night-loving comrades.

Club Foliage, the heartbeat of the jungle's nightlife, where the best of the best gather to mix, mingle and let loose, has its fair share of shocking tales tonight. Amid the rhythmic beats and dancing shadows, a love triangle is playing out. 

How does he do it?

Behold his 37th ensemble change for the evening.

A certain chameleon famous for multiple outfit changes per night, a “flirtatious” fruit bat dear to us all, and an enigmatic tree frog, who abruptly came to the Canopy this week on some urgent pursuit (bringing an intimidating entourage along, no less) find themselves entangled in a web of romantic ambiguity. Are the three engaged in the business of love, or are they all part of this compelling mission that brought said gentleman frog to our circles? The branches are buzzing with speculation, and the audience can't get enough of the Canopy drama.

What is the mystery mission?

Secrets will be revealed with time.

As I make my way through the darkened branches, I can't help but be the eyes and ears for you, my curious companions. The jungle's nightlife is a tapestry of scandal, romance, and political intrigue. So, fasten your metaphorical seatbelts, because Kin Kajuu is here to guide you through the gossip-laden trails of the night, where every rustle and chirp tells a story untold. Stay tuned for the next chapter as we uncover more secrets in the wild world of Nightshade Tea.

-Kin Kajuu

Nightshade Tea: The Magical Hour of Predation

It has been said by some that I am a Secretive Creature of the Canopy, but anyone who would say such a thing is making an issue out of nothing. They wish they could be part of the Canopy, if you know what I mean. Jealousy is an ugly, weak thing. Dear Day-Living creatures, there is nothing “secretive” going on simply because you are asleep and not participating in, nor invited to, the nocturnal wonders happening nightly in the Canopy. 

These same types have called me “difficult.” I scoff at this. They disparage me while continually engaging in the questionable activities of “studying” me (Can you pronounce the word “stalking”?) which they shouldn’t have been doing, and do not have the depth to do in the first place. They desire to pull me down, down, down, down, down, down to their level, but I stay high. I stay on the best and most elevated branches. I keep myself and my vibes flying as high as the tree tops. There are layers and layers of complex pathways to enlightenment up there. (“Enlightenment” as in intellectually and spiritually speaking. We all know I avoid actual light.)

I am seldom seen by these Day Dwellers because of my strict nocturnal habits and their strict commitment to convention. 

I am important. 

As a pollinator. 

Officially. 

That is plant sex and they always need a third. Nothing like smearing the pollen off my face on the next flower and the next, all night long. Well, mainly from 7 pm to Midnight. Then I take a little break.

Pollination

How much is enough for one night?

I have sharp teeth and these naysayers will feel it one day.

I digress.

Figs

My favorite.

Have you ever met someone who is frugivorous? It’s the same as a fruitarian, like Steve Jobs was for a while. I am one. Well mostly. I eat a lot of figs. I like spicy ants. So, I also practice insectivory. I prefer the term entomophage, I think it’s more elegant. Sometimes I eat eggs. Ok I am an ovo-entomophagic-fruitarian. On occasion I eat meat. Ok I am actually in all honesty omnivorous. 

Entomophage

Ants are spicy and nutritious.

Around an hour before sunrise I get my second wind and am fired up and active again, but, I am telling you, there are unseen assassins everywhere. They can be from your same level and also from above. (You know who you are, you old harpy.) So I find a secret, secure hideaway before sunrise.

Be alert

to unseen forces.

Dawn is the magical hour for predation.

They get us when we are at our most exhausted and they, as Day Dwellers, are at their most refreshed from wasting the whole precious night sleeping. I get myself a good place. Concealed, I curl up my honey colored body in time to beat the rude and disrespectful sun before it comes up. I make myself safely hidden in a small dark place so nothing can find me. There I stay, shielded from the uncivil light until the sun runs away again. If you are a Creature of the Night, you should do the same.

-Kin Kajuu