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NUPTIAL FLIGHT - a tale of family values and natural selection [more info continued]

Cast
JUDITH - approaching 50.  Protects the tribe at all costs, menopausal.
DAMN IT CHILD - 10.  The innocent savant, brilliant red hair.
RUTH - almost 24.  The nature lover, clean aura.
EXALTED ELK OF THE YEAR - 50s.  Sells carpets, stupid hat.
THE TREE (young, for a tree).  Life is on the line—a dotted line.
RUBLAH DEE - approaching 40.  The Seer, goes by Janine now.
CHARLES - fifties.  Judith's absent husband, broke the code.

About The Play
I don’t know why but ever since I was six and I wrote my twenty-six chapter epic: The Life of The Ant Family, I have been intrigued with ants.  Then when I was wandering the stacks at the UCSD library, I came across the beautiful tome, THE ANTS, by Hölldobler and Wilson, and I was hooked all over again.  Did you know that ants copulate in mid-air?  And that soon after, the male ants die?  And it’s the female ants that found and run their colonies?  Never mind that there are __ ants for every human.  And they’ll be here long after we’re gone.  And then I imagined someone who could communicate with ants—deciphering their elaborate chemical codes.  It was an estranged husband.  And he used those ants to visit conjugally his long-lost wife. And from this union a child was born.  Is that crazy enough for you?  Well, then I went crazy for trees.  Maybe it was all those eucalyptus trees in San Diego.  Am I the only person who thinks trees look kind of, well, sexy?  I mean, I’m not in love with them.  But I understand people who are.  And I imagined just such a person falling in love with a tree.  But of course their love has to be star-crossed.  We live in a time of such violence toward nature.  And it can’t be long before nature strikes back.  And then I discovered, the trees are planning a revolution.  They’re going to reverse the photosynthesis process and light up the planet like a roman candle.  OK, the imagination went a little wild.  Perhaps it was that six year old brain at work.  And it serves as a surreal backdrop to this family’s desperate fight to survive.

 


DAMN IT CHILD:  The wasp lives alone
It procreates by laying its eggs in a prey's body
If, during this process, an enemy attacks
the wasp is killed and the line dies out
The ant colony, on the other hand, protects the brood
If a worker ant is attacked, another is sent out to defend the perimeter
If that ant is attacked, another is sent, and so on
If one ant in the brood survives, the colony lives on
Humans are heading for their extinction because deep down they are wasps
They will live alone
and they will die alone
and their line will die with them
Which brings me to my final point in this impromptu presentation
     DAMN IT CHILD lies ceremoniously down beside Colony 109.
I offer to you and your queen
this sugar nectar
this body
these bones
take whatever you may need for your long journey
into the future
I don't want it anymore
Oh—I could really go for some Ovaltine.
      DAMN IT CHILD passes out.