the_ant_on_my_nuts raze i saw a worker ant walk across a halved walnut where the thin lips of the plastic pouch i cradle in the palm of my lesser hand part and always seem poised to speak, though without a tongue to trace whatever words the food might ferry they never make a sound. each time i tried to return her to the dirt from which she came, she sank to a lower level. and then i couldn't find her anymore. i suspect she's somewhere near the bottom of the bag now, lost in the whirl and whorl of edible seeds that could feed the colony and all its brood might become ten times over. 260922 what's it to you? who go blather from