> They follow the scent to a spot of insecticide injected into wood.
This reminds me of some ant traps I laid out last year: a small container containing a stash of appetizing, slow-release poison attracts the ants, which they pick up and bring back to feed the rest of the colony.
I had a reflective moment where I was thinking of the morality of subverting the ants' sense of appetite to serve my selfish desire for their extermination.
I suppose the philosophically-inclined ants among the colony wrote their version of "Who Moved My Cheese?", and like the original version written by humans, never disclosed how the cheese was put there in the first place. Is the point of the cheese station to keep you tethered, fat, and immobile? Is the point of lack to keep you alert, lean, and on the move?
As for the ants, I'll never know; they never came back.
This reminds me of some ant traps I laid out last year: a small container containing a stash of appetizing, slow-release poison attracts the ants, which they pick up and bring back to feed the rest of the colony.
I had a reflective moment where I was thinking of the morality of subverting the ants' sense of appetite to serve my selfish desire for their extermination.
I suppose the philosophically-inclined ants among the colony wrote their version of "Who Moved My Cheese?", and like the original version written by humans, never disclosed how the cheese was put there in the first place. Is the point of the cheese station to keep you tethered, fat, and immobile? Is the point of lack to keep you alert, lean, and on the move?
As for the ants, I'll never know; they never came back.