An amateur golfer hit his ball into the rough. After searching for several minutes, he finally located it, sitting right on top of a large anthill. He squared up, took a big swing-- missing the ball completely. Hundreds of innocent ants died. He stepped back, swung again-- and missed, killing even more ants.

The ball was still sitting there: but by now, the ants were panicking. As they were scurrying in every direction, one ant finally had an idea. "Follow me," he shouted authoritatively.

"OK," said another ant, "but where are we going?"

The first ant pointed to the golf ball in front of them and said, "It's obvious if we don't get on the ball, we're all going to die!"