In my Punjab fields, mutualism is like my buffalo and egrets—birds eat flies off her, she stays peaceful. Commensalism, sparrows nest in my barn without touching my grain. Parasitism, those stem borers on wheat, sucking life like thieves. Predation, my neighbor's cat hunting rats in the store.
But people say bees and crops are perfect mutualism. Sachi? Bees brought more pests to my mustard last year, ruined half before ladybugs came.
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