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Who's Who in an Ant Colony?











The Queen doesn't seem to think of herself as a royal.  She goes through her day much the same as the workers. They are just busy with what comes naturally to them.  She attends to her children much as any mother would. The workers assist her in this without regard to caste.  There is no real sense of reverence or superiority.  They all just go about things as they have evolved.  A business relationship has formed with butterflies.  It has its randomness and trial and error but a clear mutualism.  I saw them feed on a caterpillar that cheated them.  In most cases though the mutualism balances out across a lifetime.
The young Queen is a lover. She makes no qualms about it.  She doesn't seem to subscribe to the idea of a life long partner. Maybe thats because males as an almost absolute rule live short lives here.  The communication is mostly vibrations. The Queen seems to be the most receptive.  The workers respond to her touch with increased compliance.  All in all its a slow, practical evolution of basic survival.  Truth be told I'm pretty much bored to death with it.  They think I'm crazy and kind of treat me as an outcast.  I don't mind much though. They think that 9 year old boy with a magnifying glass is God.



NOVA: Ants - Little Creatures Who Run the World

Comments

  1. Oh no! Don't burn them ants! Loving the flow and story in this short Theron, you have a way of spinning a tale that makes it refreshing and relatable. Great work my friend

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  2. ha this brought back the memories...ants are so fascinating...we had an ant colony and i may have gone throguh the period where we used the magifying glass....

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  3. i also think ants are fascinating...makes me stand in awe how they find their way and how they communicate...maybe we could learn sth. from them...makes me also think of adam & the ants...don't treat on an ant, he's done nothing to you, there might comes a day when he's reading on you...until then...we are writing poems...nice one theron

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  4. Something entirely different and unexpected from you Theron, and I like it.

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  5. Thanks for grabbing my interest with this tale.

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  6. I think I'm an ant
    looking up at a human
    who thinks he's an ant

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  7. You illuminated a scene so familiar to most grown-up kids!

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  8. Would be worse to be stuck under the dome! lol Wonderful take! Original, unique, and so very much enjoyed.

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  9. I grew up with the fable of the grasshopper (lazy) and the ant (diligent). I always had the upmost respect for the ants because of that story. Until they decided to make my kitchen their home. Now its war!

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