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Özgür Uyanık's avatar

Another delightful post! As a 4 year old I intervened when my 3 year old sister started stomping on an anthill. I still remember crying for the ants that got mushed.

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Juliet Wilson's avatar

I like the way you portray your moral quandry in this post.

I lived in Malawi for a couple of years and there were lots of ants! A colony of small ants constantly moved through part of our house, which I hated until I watched then and realised that every time two ants met, they touched their heads together in greeting, so from then on, they were my friends. The long column of huge soldier ants that marched through our house for three days were a different matter, but then the ants were there before our house and it was only three days

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