Yesterday I was driving into town when, of all things unexpected, an ant fell from overhead onto my knee. I was on the interstate so of course, I had to maintain my composure. And anyway, it was just an ant. There have been a few times where out of nowhere a spider descended from the interior roof. Now that’s a scary moment because I hate spiders. And to have them hanging right in front of my face? It’s a constant fear.
But this ant, I brushed him off to the floor board. A few minutes later he reappeared on the door, near the window. My lucky chance! I rolled down the window and brushed him out and then it hit me. He’ll never see his ant family again. Now he’s all alone in the middle of a highway, miles and miles away from everything he knew. I mean, one mile to an ant has got to be like a thousand miles to a human. Or more! Can you imagine how that would feel? Knowing there’s really no possible way to get back to where you were?
Does he join up with other ants? How does he find them? Will they accept him and what will his job be? I imagine this happens often, so is there any kind of system ants have for new new arrivals? Maybe watching “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids” will offer some insight.
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-Out of the Wilderness