What the Ant People Told Me
What The Ant People Told Me
I have found that I like taking pictures of small things like, A Bug eating a flower or Ants trying to drag off a Dead Yellow Jacket. I was trying to take a picture of an ant once when the drama over a yellow jacket began to unfold. I was having a lot of trouble because there was too little light for pictures where I was. Forgetting all else, I was quickly caught up in the little play that lay out before me.
Across the top of the scene was a trail of ants going back and forth over twig and leaf. Each of them ants was bumping into his fellow coming back from where he was a going. About six inches, no more than fifty yards to an ant, off the main road I noticed the dead carcass of a yellow jacket. Then from stage right entered a lone ant, who seemed to be lost, going back and forth in search of the main road I guessed. This lone traveler ran into the fore mentioned bee. He must have thought, "Look a here, dinner for a hundred or more." All though he sure didn't say anything to me out loud, at the time, at any rate. This little Feller didn't run off and picket up on the main road to get help like most two leggeds might do. Instead he just jumped in to do what a Feller could see needed to be done. He grabbed a leg of that big ol'bee and started to pull. It wasn't long before another of his buddies came upon the job. Now I noticed that the new guy didn't set back a tell'en that dad'burn fool that he was too little for the job at hand and they didn't spend the whole day a worken up a plan. They paused a moment having a few words as ant folk might do and in half the time it would take you to say "What are you up to?" and "I'm a dragen this here bug back home supper", Both of them little Fellers jumped right in a pullen on that bee. It wasn't long and a whole clan of little Fellers jumped in on the job. There didn't seem to be any Chiefs and they didn't waist time in a committee. They had no time for such nonsense winter was a common on. Right off each one jumped on the job of pulling each in his own way. You would think that they all needed to pull in the same direction but they weren't. They all pulled in a big tug-of-war. Well I will tell you watchen them fools pull in every direction I wouldn't have given a wooden nickel for them to move that bug one inch. But just as soon as I thought that moving the O'l Yeller Jacks chances were slim to none, up it went and moved. And it moved off right smartly at that. By watching we can learn many things about ourselves.