The ants go marching one by one,
Hurrah, hurrah.
The ants go marching one by one,
Hurrah, hurrah.
The ants go marching one by one.
The little one stops to chew some gum.
And they all go marching,
Down... to the ground...
To get out... of the rain.
Boom, boom, boom boom.
Hurrah, hurrah.
The ants go marching one by one,
Hurrah, hurrah.
The ants go marching one by one.
The little one stops to chew some gum.
And they all go marching,
Down... to the ground...
To get out... of the rain.
Boom, boom, boom boom.
Coming Over the Front Fence |
All Over the Trash Bin |
It was plain to see that there were quite a few more involved in this operation than the last times. And, it was in the daytime, just about twelve-noon to be precise, instead of eight or nine at night, which would be past our bedtime.
Three-Way Intersection - No Traffic Tie-ups |
Down At Their Level - Pretty Formidable |
I checked the fence and guest house a short time ago and the coast is clear. As I mentioned at the beginning, how do the ants decide when to invade? I think they have some geckos as paid informants. There has to be something like that. It just can't be random, can it?
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