Think back. I mean way, way back to when you were a child, maybe five or six, sitting in a playground sandbox, looking at the ground. You feel the warm summer air around you. You hear the laughter of the other children playing in the distance. But you, you don’t care what those other children are doing. You are in your sandbox, discovering something… something interesting. Something different that most people would fail to even take notice of or bother to admire. Looking down, you can see the grains of sand; uncountable numbers of tiny little particles staked on top of one another. But wait! What was that? Is that? No… It can’t be. It’s a tiny black moving piece of sand? How could that be? Last time I checked, sand couldn’t move on its own. What… another one? More? More? There are hundreds of them! What are these little things running around in my sandbox? Quickly, you stand up and hurry over to your mother. “Mom! Mom! What are these little tiny moving pieces of sand?” You asked. “Oh honey, those are only ants. Try not to bother them. They are just working.” Your mother proclaimed to you. At that instant, your mother just briefly touched upon a vast, unimaginable world, which would seem almost alien to ours. Ants are amazing. They are the size of grains of sand, but …show more content…
They have been known to build floodwalls to protect the nest, storage rooms for their food, separate bathroom chambers away from their food supplies, sleeping areas, and highways used to travel around the nest more efficiently. Their nests vary in size, ranging from six meters deep below ground, to the largest covering more than 670 acres. Yet, they are able to accomplish all of this without any formal plan, organization, or leader to direct them. What’s even more impressive is their ability to complete these structures without any formal education in engineering or science. They just do
But the ants that showed up at our experiment were total morons. You'd watch one, and it would sprint up to a Cocoa Krispie, and then stop suddenly, as if saying: "Yikes! Compared with me, this Cocoa Krispie is the size of a Buick!" then it would sprint off in a random direction. Sometimes it would sprint back; sometimes it would sprint to another Cocoa Krispie and act surprised again. but it never seemed to do anything. There were thousands of ants behaving this way, and every single time two of them met, they'd both stop and exchange "high-fives" with their antennas, along with, I assume, some kind of ant pleasantries ("Hi Bob! "No, I'm Bill!" "Sorry! You look just like Bob!"). This was repeated millions of times. I watched these ants for two days, and they accomplished nothing. It was exactly like highway construction. It wouldn't have surprised me if some ants started waving orange flags to direct other insects around the area.
Everything is larger than life; not real but hyperreal, leading us into the imaginary worlds of
Zero was strolling along the steep edge of the lake when a movement caught his eye. Something long and dark moved beneath the surface and stopped his own motion to get a better look. The dark object darted past just shy of breaking the surface, leaving a wake as it displaced the viscous fluid. With no data points to reference what he had seen, and no connection on which to source any he was lost as to what he was even viewing. With no more signs of movement he moved on not sure where he was going or if there was even an achievable goal. With that line of reasoning he stopped again, for all he knew, which wasn't much in his current state, time itself had destroyed all other living entities. The prospect of being alone in the universe dawned on Zero and he longed for an answer to these questions.
War is just a f*ckin’ job, ye huv tae remember that, awright? Cause when yer blasting somebody’s brains oot, it’s kinda f*cking hard tae wonder if that wis the right hing tae dae. A wonder every time a kill somebody, but am still daing my job, cause it’s ma duty, tae protect fi the enemy. “The boys don’t think you should be here, they think you’re old, and that you should leave to free up space for the ‘true’ Americans”. F*ck the boys. “Well excuse me if a sound rude but, am the best sniper America f*ckin’ has”. He kens that, but witever, al say it anyway. “I understand that, but I can’t have the boys doing anything stupid, so I’m sending you out to take down a chopper that’s attempting to attack us later today”. Jesus Christ. I like him but aw the ‘boys’ are f*cking c*nts. Hate all of em’.
2.32. The number that looked me in the eyes my first quarter of Junior year and told me I was a failure. 2.32. The number that causes a chill to go down my spine. Asking to go to the bathroom during class so I could make sure that I read this right. Could it have been a mistake? I'm sure I got more B's than this. 2.32. I had chosen to blame my father for this hideous GPA. I had chosen to blame my teachers for buying their teaching license on the internet. I blamed everyone else, but the one who was most guilty was looking back at me in the mirror. I had been the cause for this junky GPA. I had let all the events in my life get to me and expected that I would get my usual GPA by never doing work, never asking for help. I had isolated myself for a few months, I couldn't do homework
“Existence.....what a strange word. He, set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing [relevant] to himself. The petty destinations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the [indefinable], of the unknown. He explores the everything...using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions....the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything” (Klebold 4). This quote was taken from the journal of Dylan Klebold.
My feet ache. My ears ring and my hands sting from the cool steel handle of my sidearm I ripped off the body of a collector. I don’t know why they’re coming after me--I had paid my rent in full a whole day before the cut off date--and yet here they stand, poised outside my door with automatic rifles screaming “Heretic! Death to the false Prophet!” I didn’t have a clue to what they meant. Maybe they were referring to the shrine I had created in the attic of my townhouse dedicated to Silvus, the deity of lightning. Probably not, though. Maybe they mixed up my house with the Joi dealer next door.
As she opens her eyes, the vast space is lit up and I experience the
...niffing out chemical signals and sending their own in order to communicate with other nest mates.
Imagine your inner child waking up one day after a long time. You open your eyes after dark nine months. You are not used to light or sond. It's cold. Than giant two hands take you to a warm place with a heart beat sound. It's cosy. You just remebered you heard that sound before. You are at peace. A slightest sound upsets you, but comforting smell of skin calms you down. The world you first saw through shapes is starting to have colors and dimensions. Your eyes and hans are starting to explore.
Stones become hot from the sun and remain warm during the night. The warmth will radiate down into the nest and keep the young and older ants warm. Ants are social insects. Most insects have no family life, but ants are different. Ants have families and live in communities.
The queen is much larger than the other ants, and has wings until mating. Her
Behavioural hypothesis centres on protection of nest and the forming of the mating bond. (Mueller (1990) p. 553-585). This has similarities with the male mating theory.
Army ants prefer tropical and subtropical regions mainly being found in Brazil, Peru and Mexico. Army ants prefer these hot and humid climates because of the rain forests where they nest at the base of trees. Army ants are temporary nesters and will move when their food source runs low. Because of their large colony sizes, which range from 150,000 to 2 million in established colonies, army ants can be heard marching along the forest floor when moving to new nesting sites. It has even been recorded that the worker ants will link themselves together creating a bridge when moving over holes, cracks and streams. Army ants use their hive-mind and aggressive mentality to tackle large prey such as tarantulas, scorpions, beetles, frogs, snakes, and lizards. Each colony has a queen, workers, major workers, and drones. The queen, who can lay up to 30,000 eggs per day, is considerably larger as well as wingless. The workers start their day at dawn where they demolish almost all living life that gets in their way. The worker ant’s spread out into a fan shaped swarm and move at speeds up to 20 meters per hour....