The Last Furlong

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Ant migration close up

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We observed the strangest thing many years ago – an ant colony moving house.

We were staying in a ground floor bedroom with a cement slab floor – probably thinnish and substandard to our modern standards. The room had an old fireplace – or rather a raised section where one would have laid logs for a fire.

One day, we come back to our room in the morning, having left it after breakfast, and the fireplace had developed what looked like a seething brown fur lining. When we looked carefully, the “fur” was made up of millions of small brown ants – what we called sugar ants.

They were moving their nest entirely.

Who knew they had been behind the fireplace?

We left them and popped back now and again to see how they were getting on.

The migration took most of the day. But by bed time, they had flowed up the wall, over the ceiling and out of a small hole above the stable door on the other side of our room, eggs, queen and all.  There was no debris of any kind on our bed below.

It was an astonishingly intimate event for a bedroom in any house.


Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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