i read a fictional book 'empire of the ants' by bernard werber , and since then i have loved ants so much that one day i will include an ant motif in a tatoo design
i used to cultivate them in my room. that is, id leave crumbs and the ants would clean up hehe. but then we got fumigated... and the ants were no longer there to kill the cockroaches.. so i had to make an effort to leave less food around... i miss my ants
I don't kill ants, but my parents kill ants feverishly, as they have made several strong efforts to conquer our kitchen.
I read a real life story about an american hippy living in a simple hut in afrika, and how he was having a war against the ants, he tried all kinds of chemicals, but nothing worked, so one day he gave up went to the nearest town and bought loads of sugar. He then put 2 large piles of sugar hust outside the hut, and a steady folw of ants was constantly running to and from thid sugar. Since that day he never had an ant that bothered him inside!!!
why do people always try and kill ants with boiling water? Ants secrete coffee resin and we're only fuelling their caffine induced rampage
whoa, i read that, really enjoyed it (although the subject looks very B-Movie ish, it's a really interesting read)
ants...those are some fucked up little things. man, if i were an ant... actually i have no idea what id do if i were an ant. maybe live underneath a drug lord's house, constantly running bits and pieces of cocaine into my underground mansion. then i would sell that cocaine to snakes and the "rockstars of the animal kingdom". i would become notorious for my fancy life, and die a legend. i would also wear white suits.
