The carrots look miserable.
The celery isn’t even worth the dirt on my shoes.
The pecan tree is noticeably absent.
But I DO have a lot of dead ants, piled into a little triangle of depression. The one ant still living must be clinically insane.
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I had an ant farm when I was a kid, and they really did bury their dead. It was weird, and amazing.
The only other thing that amazed me just as much? Trying to figure out what was going through the mind of the last ant left. What a nightmarish land. Trapped in some 2D living space, surrounded by your dead buddies, and some giant creature just stares at you and throws you bits of a Cheerio occasionally.
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