Do you remember my ant photostory, Dur dur d'etre fourmi? Well, for today I got you a few more shots all taken in my garden some weeks ago.
On a quiet evening in 
's garden...
a big black ant was walking on a rose...
He took a few sniffs and...
Off down he went...
A few meters farther another ant was lost...
"Perhaps I should go down this way..."
"Hey guys! 've you seen my friends?"
"Sorry, mate! We cannot say, weren't watching where they went."
And right there, on another stump, a hairy tussy ant was curious to explore...
"Nope! This hole looks just too dark, I think I'm going home."
Oh! We have some rocks around the flower bed, let's go see what we'll find...
Heeey! That's just a whole colony!
"Yes, Miss! What are you? Blind?"
Those little eggs look fragile...
those larvae, white as ghosts.
"We'll hunt you down and swarm your house...
...unless you let us pose."
And what is that?
A poor old snail...
that got turned on its back.
"The world pays no attention, bud...
when you are on their path"
The ants are so protective,
they try to hide their youngs.
The colony is threatened...
its future's in their hands.
The little eggs will grow and hatch,
new workers will emerge.
Through day and night,
with sun and rain,
into the fields they'll surge.
And some of them will bring back food,
while others will become...
a hungry spider's scrumptious lunch...
'cause, hey...
this is just life!
And just like in the animal world, the same applies in our world, the human(?) one...
Some work, some build, some create and others just...
Prey!
*Original images (with Nikon D3400: 18-55 mm) and story by @ruth-girl - Steemit, 2018
Thank you so much for your time!
Until my next post,
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