There once was a tile, laying loose on the street, which had a whole colony of ants. I used to play with them. I built an arena to let them fight other insects
Ants in my pants, ants on the sidewalk. I sit down, taking care not to crush any, and examine them closely. It’s early morning, and no one is out but the the ants, myself, and the early beams of sunlight. “What is it like to be an ant?” I ask. Are other ants nicerer to their kind than humans are to theirs?”
Ants everywhere in Hawaii — I had to make friends with them or drive myself crazy … I used to leave bits out for them, hoping they’d leave the rest of my food alone. It worked – mostly — and sometimes I’d just have to go on a rampage. I always apologized tho.
Ants crawling about, that’s what people look like from skyscrapers. It’s a cliche now, but would we ever know how we look like to God if we had never built the skyscrapers? Is it human nature to create our own problems or is it simply impossible to make progress without becoming narrow minded like ants?
Ants are small creatures that roam the earth. Millions of the are living in this present world. They are so small that even the best microscope can’t spot them on the street. There has been controversy over ants and if they should be stomped on or not. They should be let to live and enjoy the small life they live.
ants. pants. ants in my pants. ants can carry things fifty times their weight? or something like that. ants can also be aunts. or uncles, depending on their gender. ants can be cousins or brothers or sisters. ants can be antsy. sometimes ants need to just calm down and chill so they can get rid of the ants anxst.
ants are amazing creatures.they have the strength and the will to go on and on. they have a lot more discipline than most human beings i know. ants are small and that is sad because they are not noticed and get crushed. they have an amazing sense of feel
tiny workers always busy going, going, must have an agenda. structured life. some are passive and some aggressive. if you’re bitten it was a red one for sure.
The come marching one by one….they ruin our picnic and dig up our yards. all they want is to feed their queen. stupid little bugs, can’t you see she would eat you if she were hungry. i hate you darlene.
ants are tiny
we big
they little
we giants
what are giants to us
what is tiny to us
are giants to them
what are our giants
for others
they are tiny
what’s your perspective
keep things in perspective
I stood, the stupid third grader, in my flip-flops at the side of the driveway. The neighbor’s cat was sitting on the porch. I meowed. It stared. I kept talking to it, pretending it could understand. My toes pinched together. I looked down, finding dozens of ants crawling around my heels.
red army ants. thats what their markings told me they were but something about their towering height of 9ft told me otherwise. i had always hated ants ever since i was a little girl and now here i was face to face with a vibrant red impossibly huge army of them.
The Fire type is mean and omnivorous
The driving Army not a bit chivarous
The White, are not even them at all
And to them are prey and often fall
I see them at the food courts in the mall
Rarely in the dirty bathroom stalls
When they’re around, I wish not to long stay
Or I get a pesticide can and begin to spray
They were here thriving long before us…
And will still, these ANTS, long after, I trust
ants crawl around on things… they make holes in the dirt and will make their way inside if they find something sweet. sometimes they bight, and that can hurt! ouch!f
There once was a crazy kid named, Stan
His only “friends” were his farm of ANTS
He wished to hang with hotties with tans
(Thats the end for the lines of anagrams)
On the beach they kicked him with sand
But he, they couldn’t much stand.
They wanted a really rich, macho man
Poor, poor, Stan- he went maniac mad
Now he’s alone in an asylum. Visitors Banned.
I watched the ants marching across the dirt with mild interest. They were so organised and purposeful. They knew what they had to do and how to do it, which is more than I can say for myself.
Ants are bullies. Everyone knows that. They are egotistic maniacs who only care about who can carry the most bread and who can build the biggest anthole. Ridiculous, I know. They bully the smallest, the weakest to make them feel greater. And their eyes peer down on you as if you were scum or an insignificant piece of dirt. And as an ant, I am extremely saddened to be classified as one for I am neither a bully or strong. I am just the bulliedc.
I saw a documentary about ants. These werent ordinary red fire ants, nor the black ones that every one sees. These ants were Seafu. or army ants; and they can kill a baby.
I love insects. Actually, that’s a lie. Insects are gross little things that inhabit the majority of our land. That’s what my organismal biology professor told me. He’s right about a lot of things. Like ants. Gotta love that class.
crawly creepy annoying things that get in yru pants. make you wiggle and giggle and if you saw it happening you would laugh. the person would look like they are dancing and it would be fun. think i might dance like i have ants in pants in a minute to make me smile
I looked down at my feet. I saw the smeared remains of a single ant on the bricks. I choked. I had sworn never to harm another single living thing once I got out of jail- and now look what had happened. I swallowed, and knelt down in front of the tiny carcass. I pulled a knife from my belt, and helt it, shaking, to my throat.
She looked down at the colony of ants crawling at her feet. For a moment, in the indolent summer air, she envied them, those small black creatures scurrying busily over the rough cement floor…
I honestly don’t like ants. They hurt…a lot. I’ve always wanted to light one on fire. Mean? Yes. Awesome? HELL YES! Ants is a funny word. OH! Did you know that ants stretch when they wake up in the morning?
We had a picnic today. I loved it, I did. We ate and we danced and we sang. We were so happy today. It felt like spring. There was snow on the ground but what did that matter? At least there were no ants.
Ants… in Thailand, where I lived for half my 14 year-old life, there were ants. But not the little black ones you get here, oh no. They were huge, red, mean. They bit, or stung. I never worked out which. I didn’t like them, but I didn’t wan them killed. What a stupid essay. not very inspirational. Wish I coulda done more. Enjoy.
the ants formed a line up to the birthday cake sitting on the chequed blanket in the park. Unnoticed by the party going on just a few feet away they silently went about getting their slice of cake.
Millions marching below our noses, soldiers of the apocolypse. the meek shall inherit the earth and once our numbers are diminshed, for where are the meek, the these tiny soldiers will finish the job.
ants go marching one by one hazaa hazaa. I wish i were an ant. I would be an inventor like Flick from the Pixar movie “Bugs”. He made some bad ass things out of sticks, leaves, and drops of water. It’s an interesting idea that a bug could create such intricate objects out of nothing.
There once was a tile, laying loose on the street, which had a whole colony of ants. I used to play with them. I built an arena to let them fight other insects
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Ants in my pants, ants on the sidewalk. I sit down, taking care not to crush any, and examine them closely. It’s early morning, and no one is out but the the ants, myself, and the early beams of sunlight. “What is it like to be an ant?” I ask. Are other ants nicerer to their kind than humans are to theirs?”
Ants everywhere in Hawaii — I had to make friends with them or drive myself crazy … I used to leave bits out for them, hoping they’d leave the rest of my food alone. It worked – mostly — and sometimes I’d just have to go on a rampage. I always apologized tho.
Ants crawling about, that’s what people look like from skyscrapers. It’s a cliche now, but would we ever know how we look like to God if we had never built the skyscrapers? Is it human nature to create our own problems or is it simply impossible to make progress without becoming narrow minded like ants?
Ants are small creatures that roam the earth. Millions of the are living in this present world. They are so small that even the best microscope can’t spot them on the street. There has been controversy over ants and if they should be stomped on or not. They should be let to live and enjoy the small life they live.
ants. pants. ants in my pants. ants can carry things fifty times their weight? or something like that. ants can also be aunts. or uncles, depending on their gender. ants can be cousins or brothers or sisters. ants can be antsy. sometimes ants need to just calm down and chill so they can get rid of the ants anxst.
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ants are everywhere!
ants are amazing creatures.they have the strength and the will to go on and on. they have a lot more discipline than most human beings i know. ants are small and that is sad because they are not noticed and get crushed. they have an amazing sense of feel
tiny workers always busy going, going, must have an agenda. structured life. some are passive and some aggressive. if you’re bitten it was a red one for sure.
The come marching one by one….they ruin our picnic and dig up our yards. all they want is to feed their queen. stupid little bugs, can’t you see she would eat you if she were hungry. i hate you darlene.
ants are tiny
we big
they little
we giants
what are giants to us
what is tiny to us
are giants to them
what are our giants
for others
they are tiny
what’s your perspective
keep things in perspective
I stood, the stupid third grader, in my flip-flops at the side of the driveway. The neighbor’s cat was sitting on the porch. I meowed. It stared. I kept talking to it, pretending it could understand. My toes pinched together. I looked down, finding dozens of ants crawling around my heels.
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red army ants. thats what their markings told me they were but something about their towering height of 9ft told me otherwise. i had always hated ants ever since i was a little girl and now here i was face to face with a vibrant red impossibly huge army of them.
The Fire type is mean and omnivorous
The driving Army not a bit chivarous
The White, are not even them at all
And to them are prey and often fall
I see them at the food courts in the mall
Rarely in the dirty bathroom stalls
When they’re around, I wish not to long stay
Or I get a pesticide can and begin to spray
They were here thriving long before us…
And will still, these ANTS, long after, I trust
He watched from the window, observing the street below and imagined all the people were ants.
ants crawl around on things… they make holes in the dirt and will make their way inside if they find something sweet. sometimes they bight, and that can hurt! ouch!f
There once was a crazy kid named, Stan
His only “friends” were his farm of ANTS
He wished to hang with hotties with tans
(Thats the end for the lines of anagrams)
On the beach they kicked him with sand
But he, they couldn’t much stand.
They wanted a really rich, macho man
Poor, poor, Stan- he went maniac mad
Now he’s alone in an asylum. Visitors Banned.
Snap,Crackle and Pop
Three white elves, full of themselves
High off Rice Crispies
It’s serious
I watched the ants marching across the dirt with mild interest. They were so organised and purposeful. They knew what they had to do and how to do it, which is more than I can say for myself.
Ants are bullies. Everyone knows that. They are egotistic maniacs who only care about who can carry the most bread and who can build the biggest anthole. Ridiculous, I know. They bully the smallest, the weakest to make them feel greater. And their eyes peer down on you as if you were scum or an insignificant piece of dirt. And as an ant, I am extremely saddened to be classified as one for I am neither a bully or strong. I am just the bulliedc.
I saw a documentary about ants. These werent ordinary red fire ants, nor the black ones that every one sees. These ants were Seafu. or army ants; and they can kill a baby.
I love insects. Actually, that’s a lie. Insects are gross little things that inhabit the majority of our land. That’s what my organismal biology professor told me. He’s right about a lot of things. Like ants. Gotta love that class.
crawly creepy annoying things that get in yru pants. make you wiggle and giggle and if you saw it happening you would laugh. the person would look like they are dancing and it would be fun. think i might dance like i have ants in pants in a minute to make me smile
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I looked down at my feet. I saw the smeared remains of a single ant on the bricks. I choked. I had sworn never to harm another single living thing once I got out of jail- and now look what had happened. I swallowed, and knelt down in front of the tiny carcass. I pulled a knife from my belt, and helt it, shaking, to my throat.
She looked down at the colony of ants crawling at her feet. For a moment, in the indolent summer air, she envied them, those small black creatures scurrying busily over the rough cement floor…
I honestly don’t like ants. They hurt…a lot. I’ve always wanted to light one on fire. Mean? Yes. Awesome? HELL YES! Ants is a funny word. OH! Did you know that ants stretch when they wake up in the morning?
Ants always make a boarder around rugs and things. I hate ants.
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We had a picnic today. I loved it, I did. We ate and we danced and we sang. We were so happy today. It felt like spring. There was snow on the ground but what did that matter? At least there were no ants.
Ants… in Thailand, where I lived for half my 14 year-old life, there were ants. But not the little black ones you get here, oh no. They were huge, red, mean. They bit, or stung. I never worked out which. I didn’t like them, but I didn’t wan them killed. What a stupid essay. not very inspirational. Wish I coulda done more. Enjoy.
the ants formed a line up to the birthday cake sitting on the chequed blanket in the park. Unnoticed by the party going on just a few feet away they silently went about getting their slice of cake.
Millions marching below our noses, soldiers of the apocolypse. the meek shall inherit the earth and once our numbers are diminshed, for where are the meek, the these tiny soldiers will finish the job.
pants
ants go marching one by one hazaa hazaa. I wish i were an ant. I would be an inventor like Flick from the Pixar movie “Bugs”. He made some bad ass things out of sticks, leaves, and drops of water. It’s an interesting idea that a bug could create such intricate objects out of nothing.