ants are tiny creatures who can carry many times their own weight. they live in colonies which is cool. many ants have poisonous stings which can cause a lot of pain.
Thousands of them. I could hear their tiny little legs marching towards me, stomping as they were getting closer and closer with each second that passed. Kneeling in the corner of my room, I could only imagine the horrors that were about to happen, the nightmares that were about to become real.
They swarmed me; biting every inch of my body and leaving me to twitch in the sheer sweetness of revenge. I was suffocated; while the rain outside poured, I remained lying there forever. Don’t squish the ants.
ants in the ground is a lot of problems, pies, fruits, parks that can be destroied bai this small or big insect. Du oyou really find that insect in every place in the world
small annoying can’t stand alwaays everwhere gross greedy difficult unabiding so many! come from every corner when you least expect it creepy crawlers persistent expensive to get rid of multiply by the minute some big some small but the bigger ones are even worse!!! actually hate ants
We always write about ants. In “Nehanda” moving ants. As a metaphor for the victims of bullies. As workers in construction sites or banks. We look at their smallness, and think them containable. They are our little workers, our symbolic scurryings. We are ants.
I enjoy ants. They are fun to squish when walking through sidewalks. They sometimes carry very heavy loads which is funny because it would be like a human walking with a boulder on their back. There are a lot of them and they are nasty in sandwiches.
Ants are indusrtrial creatures. their dedication to their work and team participation have always facinated reserachers in the world. The movie ants is one that makes you look at ants differently. We have always crush them, spray them with mortein, sheltox, not only toxing them but ourselves too.The eating of ants as some says is delicious. yummy. well I won’t be putting that in my mouth. the experience of having fat, red, big ants crawling along your feet and legs trying to make a journey upwards on you is no fun. the nice bite they gives let us hop on one leg going the kangroo dance i.e. kickboxing trying to dislodge the little buggers. My, my the pain of having it trying to eat you vie your feet now makes me think … emmm… should I go vegetarian.
The scurried about everywhere, crawling into every opening. They were ghastly, black as raisins, and made barely audible tapping noises as they walked. It was a horrid sight.
The ants drew up her skirt and tickled the very being of her thoughts. She resisted the urge to swipe them away and simply tried to feel each and every one of their legs on hers.
the ants scrounge my picnic food. taking what they want. no care for me or my lousy date that is getting more lousy by the second with less and less of my favorite pie.
ant hills. and the way people can pile into small spaces in short amounts of time. i dont think i can carry that much of my body weight, though…
ants in pants. antsy. anse. bundren. as i lay dying. as i lay anting. wait, no. i feel antsy. i couldnt sleep last night, but i didnt want to pull a bugs life and just. walk and get some leaves. or the ant bully! steal some goddamn jellybeans.
My friend lives in a house that is infested with ants. Instead of exterminating them, she removes them one by one with her finger, letting them free. They are all over her walls and have gotten into her cupboards, even to the point where she has to “hide” food from them. If it was me, I would just spray them all.
Small tiny little bastards that like to bite my skin and make tiny little irritations. I hate them, I do. Why do they exist? There must be a reason I’m sure, but I haven’t really discovered it yet. Maybe they’re just amusing to watch work like there’s no tomorrow.
ants are tiny insects known for their ability to work so well. not only can they carry much more than their body weight, but they work as a community for the queen. it is really kind of sad. i would expect a rebellion any day now. but you probably wouldn’t notice
ants are bastards. tehsmartest bugs, tehy yan, and bury their dead. theres so fuckinh many of them. i feel s o fucking outnumbered. I fi feel an ant on me i feel them all over me and for the rest of the day. little buggers with teh most gentle touch.. like a fether… but once felt the only result is only disgust.
while i was walking in the middle of the hot florida sun i stumbled upon a ginormous ant farm. not realizing what it was at first, i stepped on it. as soon as i did this, over amillion giant red ants came swarming at my ankles. im now sitting in the hospital because i got bit by thee monstrous anymals. these ants are very dangerous. the good news is my boyfriend bought me a dozen roses because of my pain =)
they’re little. and they crawl everywhere and tickle. they’re a burden on picnic days, with all your food out and with them crawling into that food.
but they remind me of summer, of the times i would lay in the grass and watch the clouds go by. those little buggers crawling along my legs, and i’d pick them up in my hands and let them crawl along my fingers. slowly. tickly.
Eww. Disgusting. I have a phobia of bugs, actually.
My father used to take me outside in Staten Island to the sidewalk to look for ants. It was quite fun, from what I remember… to spend time with my father, that is. We did it at the next house we moved into as well. I don’t know how I got my phobia, but ants remind me of my father. It’s an odd memory to have, but still
small annoying creatures that swarm around your feet and bite. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they itch later too. It is amazing how they work. The community and perfect harmony, creating strength far beyond a single ability. Their black bodies scuttle around under enemies and through tall grass to lands they’ve never seen before.
the tiny little creatures that scurry hurridly across the grass. running to and from their emense maze of an underground home that hides their work. they live contently and as one. aren’t they amazing!?!
It was a lazy summer day. I sat on the porch with my lemonade, sweat dripping off the side. I look out, and on the edge of the porch I saw a line of ants marching about. They came from the dry, dusty, ground beyond.
I like pants…I enjoy ants at a picnic. Spelled kinda sideways, it’s the name of a good friend…Stan. I think about it when headed fdor the beach, since it spells tans. I don’t really like ants at a picnic.
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah, the ants go marching on by one, HURRAH.
Ants are the best example of cooperation in existance. Why can’t humans be more like ants? Simply because we refuse to constantly follow. We all want to be the Queen. But we can’t be. And so we become selfish and rude.
ants are tiny yet so diligent, they never get tired, they prepare for their food, always alert.. so tiny yet they can do hundred times than their size.
Ants are tiny black vermin that disgust me and crawl on my food. Ugh I wish I could stomp them but they just crawl in my shoes and up my legs and in my mouth and into my belly where I digest them for additional protein. However when there are too many ants to digest, they clog me up.
ants are tiny creatures who can carry many times their own weight. they live in colonies which is cool. many ants have poisonous stings which can cause a lot of pain.
Thousands of them. I could hear their tiny little legs marching towards me, stomping as they were getting closer and closer with each second that passed. Kneeling in the corner of my room, I could only imagine the horrors that were about to happen, the nightmares that were about to become real.
They swarmed me; biting every inch of my body and leaving me to twitch in the sheer sweetness of revenge. I was suffocated; while the rain outside poured, I remained lying there forever. Don’t squish the ants.
They crawled along. Slowly, slowly, inch by inch they advanced. Ants in the eyes of a god.
But they did not possess the strength most ants carry, and they were not hive minded and cooperative.
They were individuals.
Small tiny workers
Busy busy busy
Never sleeping
Never resting
Always working
Busy busy busy
Busy like bees
Just 100 times cooler
Punk not dead
ants in the ground is a lot of problems, pies, fruits, parks that can be destroied bai this small or big insect. Du oyou really find that insect in every place in the world
Walking there,
You tower over me,
Arms bent in anticipation,
the whole is yet to be dug,
I still have no way out of it.
small annoying can’t stand alwaays everwhere gross greedy difficult unabiding so many! come from every corner when you least expect it creepy crawlers persistent expensive to get rid of multiply by the minute some big some small but the bigger ones are even worse!!! actually hate ants
We always write about ants. In “Nehanda” moving ants. As a metaphor for the victims of bullies. As workers in construction sites or banks. We look at their smallness, and think them containable. They are our little workers, our symbolic scurryings. We are ants.
I enjoy ants. They are fun to squish when walking through sidewalks. They sometimes carry very heavy loads which is funny because it would be like a human walking with a boulder on their back. There are a lot of them and they are nasty in sandwiches.
Ants are indusrtrial creatures. their dedication to their work and team participation have always facinated reserachers in the world. The movie ants is one that makes you look at ants differently. We have always crush them, spray them with mortein, sheltox, not only toxing them but ourselves too.The eating of ants as some says is delicious. yummy. well I won’t be putting that in my mouth. the experience of having fat, red, big ants crawling along your feet and legs trying to make a journey upwards on you is no fun. the nice bite they gives let us hop on one leg going the kangroo dance i.e. kickboxing trying to dislodge the little buggers. My, my the pain of having it trying to eat you vie your feet now makes me think … emmm… should I go vegetarian.
The scurried about everywhere, crawling into every opening. They were ghastly, black as raisins, and made barely audible tapping noises as they walked. It was a horrid sight.
the ants crawled along the crack of the cement in a straight line, blindly walking over one another in the same direction.
The ants drew up her skirt and tickled the very being of her thoughts. She resisted the urge to swipe them away and simply tried to feel each and every one of their legs on hers.
real beauty page
It’s serious
the ants scrounge my picnic food. taking what they want. no care for me or my lousy date that is getting more lousy by the second with less and less of my favorite pie.
Crawl, in pacts, thousands,
all over my bare feet, in between my toes,
I can feel them in my eyes.
I’m falling.
ant hills. and the way people can pile into small spaces in short amounts of time. i dont think i can carry that much of my body weight, though…
ants in pants. antsy. anse. bundren. as i lay dying. as i lay anting. wait, no. i feel antsy. i couldnt sleep last night, but i didnt want to pull a bugs life and just. walk and get some leaves. or the ant bully! steal some goddamn jellybeans.
ants everywhere, spewing there fluids over my precious buttercup cakes. but then I see – they are only making a living, on my friggin buttercup cakes!
My friend lives in a house that is infested with ants. Instead of exterminating them, she removes them one by one with her finger, letting them free. They are all over her walls and have gotten into her cupboards, even to the point where she has to “hide” food from them. If it was me, I would just spray them all.
Small tiny little bastards that like to bite my skin and make tiny little irritations. I hate them, I do. Why do they exist? There must be a reason I’m sure, but I haven’t really discovered it yet. Maybe they’re just amusing to watch work like there’s no tomorrow.
ants are tiny insects known for their ability to work so well. not only can they carry much more than their body weight, but they work as a community for the queen. it is really kind of sad. i would expect a rebellion any day now. but you probably wouldn’t notice
ants are bastards. tehsmartest bugs, tehy yan, and bury their dead. theres so fuckinh many of them. i feel s o fucking outnumbered. I fi feel an ant on me i feel them all over me and for the rest of the day. little buggers with teh most gentle touch.. like a fether… but once felt the only result is only disgust.
while i was walking in the middle of the hot florida sun i stumbled upon a ginormous ant farm. not realizing what it was at first, i stepped on it. as soon as i did this, over amillion giant red ants came swarming at my ankles. im now sitting in the hospital because i got bit by thee monstrous anymals. these ants are very dangerous. the good news is my boyfriend bought me a dozen roses because of my pain =)
they’re little. and they crawl everywhere and tickle. they’re a burden on picnic days, with all your food out and with them crawling into that food.
but they remind me of summer, of the times i would lay in the grass and watch the clouds go by. those little buggers crawling along my legs, and i’d pick them up in my hands and let them crawl along my fingers. slowly. tickly.
Jonny was here
Eww. Disgusting. I have a phobia of bugs, actually.
My father used to take me outside in Staten Island to the sidewalk to look for ants. It was quite fun, from what I remember… to spend time with my father, that is. We did it at the next house we moved into as well. I don’t know how I got my phobia, but ants remind me of my father. It’s an odd memory to have, but still
small annoying creatures that swarm around your feet and bite. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they itch later too. It is amazing how they work. The community and perfect harmony, creating strength far beyond a single ability. Their black bodies scuttle around under enemies and through tall grass to lands they’ve never seen before.
the tiny little creatures that scurry hurridly across the grass. running to and from their emense maze of an underground home that hides their work. they live contently and as one. aren’t they amazing!?!
ants are very small little menaces to every other type of living creature. They have little man syndrome and make up for it by biting you.
It was a lazy summer day. I sat on the porch with my lemonade, sweat dripping off the side. I look out, and on the edge of the porch I saw a line of ants marching about. They came from the dry, dusty, ground beyond.
I like pants…I enjoy ants at a picnic. Spelled kinda sideways, it’s the name of a good friend…Stan. I think about it when headed fdor the beach, since it spells tans. I don’t really like ants at a picnic.
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah, the ants go marching on by one, HURRAH.
Ants are the best example of cooperation in existance. Why can’t humans be more like ants? Simply because we refuse to constantly follow. We all want to be the Queen. But we can’t be. And so we become selfish and rude.
ants in my pants.
otherwise known as herpes.
god damn.
great super organism composed of millions of small sub units grassing in the rainforests. Without them the world wouldnt be the same
ants are tiny yet so diligent, they never get tired, they prepare for their food, always alert.. so tiny yet they can do hundred times than their size.
Very interesting tale
real beauty page
Ants are tiny black vermin that disgust me and crawl on my food. Ugh I wish I could stomp them but they just crawl in my shoes and up my legs and in my mouth and into my belly where I digest them for additional protein. However when there are too many ants to digest, they clog me up.