7 December 2012
Ok, so you're an ant. You have thousands of friends, so long as you pull your weight and do your job. The colony just gets bigger and bigger, that familiar smell warms you to the core. As soon as you step out of line, you're eaten alive by all those who were your friends. Unless you escape but to what? The Queen sleeps several hours a day, whereas the workers make do with power naps, she lives for years, workers a few months. Caterpillars trick you with their smell, birds attack at will and the long nosed fat hairy critter causes untold havoc. Being eaten is not an option. Now and again something happens, a hole is created, then another and another but you all pull together and fill the gaps the best you can. You sacrifice and survive as a team, the nest outweighs the individual but neither can do without the other. And then someone or something pours boiling water over everything, not to mention the poisonous white powder... Who? Why? Bugger!!!
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