Helloooo… sorry for my continuous parade of self-promotion lately but the first of my quarterly columns is now live at Moondance.
The ants came in droves. Not like a sea or a carpet as one might think, but more like a mass or a tumor. And what I didn’t know then was that if you squished them, more would come to their aid. When ants die, they emit a scent that draws other ants to them. Then they pick apart the pieces of their dead comrades and carry them home.
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myfanwy collins 