Gasoline - JJ Cale (Live) (Amazing Ants and their Prey)
In the middle of the meadow lay a dead fly. The ant touched it several times with its antennae, then grabbed it by a leg and tried to pull it; it touched it again with its antennae and tried to pull it once more.
This continued for a few minutes, then the ant hurried away, disappointed, sweaty, defeated.
After a few minutes, it returned accompanied by another ant. They touched antennae frantically and tried to move the fly...
Nothing, even with two of them, they couldn't accomplish their goal. What to do?
One stays, one goes; they don't succeed with two, so they go back, try again, touch antennae, try again, touch antennae, try again, touch antennae, and then retreat.
Slowly, around the fly gather dozens of ants. They touch it with their antennae, pull it by its legs, and finally, they move it. Some pull this way, others that way; they don't seem very organized, but eventually, by the end of the day, the dead fly is near the nest and the ants try to get it inside—nothing is too big.
An infinite bustling of touching antennae, mandibles biting, trying to break the fly into pieces to bring a bit of food back to the den.
A lizard approaches; its head snaps right, left, right, left, and it swallows the fly and the ants in one bite...
Who are you? The ants, the fly, or the lizard?
In the middle of the meadow lay a dead fly. The ant touched it several times with its antennae, then grabbed it by a leg and tried to pull it; it touched it again with its antennae and tried to pull it once more.
This continued for a few minutes, then the ant hurried away, disappointed, sweaty, defeated.
After a few minutes, it returned accompanied by another ant. They touched antennae frantically and tried to move the fly...
Nothing, even with two of them, they couldn't accomplish their goal. What to do?
One stays, one goes; they don't succeed with two, so they go back, try again, touch antennae, try again, touch antennae, try again, touch antennae, and then retreat.
Slowly, around the fly gather dozens of ants. They touch it with their antennae, pull it by its legs, and finally, they move it. Some pull this way, others that way; they don't seem very organized, but eventually, by the end of the day, the dead fly is near the nest and the ants try to get it inside—nothing is too big.
An infinite bustling of touching antennae, mandibles biting, trying to break the fly into pieces to bring a bit of food back to the den.
A lizard approaches; its head snaps right, left, right, left, and it swallows the fly and the ants in one bite...
Who are you? The ants, the fly, or the lizard?
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5 oct 21
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