Life and Death on the Way to Work

I will now convey my amazing life to you, dear reader, through pen and paper, bits and bytes, by words and colorful, poetic illustration. And why not? Is my life not worth writing about?

Case in point.

I was walking to the Lab the other day and witnessed two waring ant colonies. Facinating! There was a colony just to the left of the sidewalk, and another directly across to the right. The two factions met exactly in the middle where a small cluster of them about 6 inches across fought like wild banshees.

A few days later I saw that neither colony had made much progress in their campaign to rid the world of the other. I could see evidence of the war though. Dead bodies everywhere! I thought, "Why can't they get along? Why engage in such a meaningless war where ants' lives are bartered cheap?" To help educated them in the error of there ways I laid waste to the battle field by stepping on them a few times.

Then I realized ants don't possess a mind. They react to stimuli without thinking, their lives are a world of chemically guided slavery. They see another ant, they have to kill him. Poor creatures.

A few days later I found the dead bodies had piled up, but only on the left side of the sidewalk. One colony had overpowered the other right up to the entrance of there lair. I wonder if their queen was still alive?

Such interesting creatures.