I am currently sitting here watching ants. This is a mildly unfortunate statement. I say so because I am in my room, sitting and watching ants. Not outside. And no, these ants are not on a television screen. They are quite real.
Often I wonder what ants think. Do they think in short brainwaves of "food, march, queen, scent, death, food," or are they capable of more intellegent forms of communication? I feel as though to them, we live in slow motion. To them, real time is much faster. When we take a step, it takes about a second in our time. To them, some huge object just plummeted down from nowhere, destroyed their home and killed hundreds of them, and then was gone without a trace. If I chose to reach my finger out and smash a few unsuspecting ants right now, the others would have no idea what happened, if they noticed at all.
That is another thing. Ants seem to be very platonic, not capable of much emotion. Have you ever smashed one ant and then waited to see what the rest will do? If you have not, don't waste your time. It really isn't that fascinating. They just walk around the smashed body. I have never seen an ant pause in it's wanderings to mourn a smashed comerad.
I should probably stop musing about these ants and get someone to take care of them.
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