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Why should I feel guilty (Oh, yes, it is Disney's fault)? It's not like ants are on an endangered species list. They aren't fuzzy with wagging tails and big soulful brown eyes. They aren't cuddly or cute but they do perform a service for nature. (3) Ants have a job to do. They are one of the many insects that have the nasty job of cleaning up the messes that we humans make. After all they take out the trash on a regular basis (which is more than I could say for myself, or my kids when they were young)!
I kind of admire the way ants (4) work diligently and march out into a world that holds many perils for a creature of this minute size. They don't appear to be daunted by their lot in life. They see the prize and carry it off, one piece at a time. Some survive, some do not, but the colony goes on. Very altruistic!
One day, tired of finding ants raiding my trash can, I decided (5) to put the ant attracting morsels in a separate bag and tie it up around a cupboard doorknob (intending to put it out after dinner and maybe training the ants to go outside to eat). When I returned to the sack thirty minutes later it was swarming with little busy bodies. I would really like to know how they found it so fast. Did one little ant look up and ponder, "Well, that's new, I wonder what she has up there?" Did it make several attempts to find a way up to the (6) hanging feast or did it go directly there (following it’s little ant nose)? Once there, did it go back down, (laying a trail of bread crumbs like Hansel and Gretel) and tell the others of its miraculous find? Or did one clumsy ant fall off the cupboard and accidentally plunge into the gourmet meal? Then it next pondered is how to get the message to its fellow scavengers (7)? Do they have little ant whistles hanging around their necks, or maybe little cell phones?
So far 7 ants have bit the dust while I was writing this “ANT ENCOUNTER” documentary. Then I saw one small ant carrying a piece of cracker two times larger than it’s body. I marveled at how it found its way around the items on the table and was steadfastly heading toward the south end of the table. Every time I placed something in its path it quickly detoured around it and continued south. This was enough to earn a reprieve. So I lured it onto a napkin and took it outside as a reward for its Herculean attempt at food gathering. Of course the poor thing found itself outside, in a pile of dirt without the morsel of cracker. Did it cuss me out or simply go around to the original point of entry and try again?
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