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Ants


By Slim



I always remember these ants,

As A child, I used to be fasinated by bees, ants and other social creatures. I found the different behaviors and routines interesting. Some kids would take a long line of ants, and put a stick into their path to see what would happen, or they would put a black ant into a group of red ants to see and watch the mayhem, but I was always inclined to let them run their own course, in the long run it was far more interesting and and I learned a lot more about them...

As I was studiously studying those busy ants, I became fascinated by how much work these suckers did, I mean these guys would lift what I found out later, was equal to 15 times their body weight, back and forth to their hole, most times from very long distances they would go...

Busy, Busy....

One thing that caught my eye, was the way they had that, if a load was too great for one, his buds would come and cut a piece off the thing he was carrying and help him out.

Every so often, if you watched very carefully, one would make several of these grueling trips, and falter... Tired I guess, maybe just a stubbed toe, who knows... Anyway the others would come and attack this guy till he was just pieces and parts, and be cast to the side, his buds nowhere to be found...

I found it very strange. this habit of theirs... I noticed that they never took these pieces and parts back to the hole. I watched these ants for another few days and I wondered why they kept bringing all this stuff to the hole and what was happening to it all, I mean it couldn't be just food stockpiles, so I got a book and found out that all this was going to the queen ant, When I read that, I just shook my head, and never went back...

Well that's not true, I did go back after they moved on and found as many of those pieces and parts as I could, and swept them into a matchbox that I kept for several weeks, Or maybe I still have em to this day, somewhere around here.

As my fasination turned from the small to the large, I noticed some of the same patterns in the people around me and as I watched I learned, and still do. Sometimes I feel smaller, sometimes larger in comparison, but most times, I just feel a kinship... But a kinship that I have to keep close to me, because as I said....

I remember those ants...


11-23-01
Slim
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