“We’re dying!” screamed the ants telepathically. “We’ve been poisoned!” they continued, running brokenly, blindly in painful panic through the endless tunnels of their massive ant colony. Then they dropped one by one, twitched for a moment before laying still.
Somewhere, sequestered in her safe, royal chamber, the queen ignored the deafening commotion outside. Those damn clever humans. Those stupid, greedy worker ants. Something sweet and laced with strychnine was placed in their path, and they gobbled it up.
The queen thought of her endless eggs soon to hatch and become a new, hopefully smarter, generation to serve her.
Somewhere, sequestered in her safe, royal chamber, the queen ignored the deafening commotion outside. Those damn clever humans. Those stupid, greedy worker ants. Something sweet and laced with strychnine was placed in their path, and they gobbled it up.
The queen thought of her endless eggs soon to hatch and become a new, hopefully smarter, generation to serve her.
