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Man vs ant
Man Vs. Ants- Who Will Win?
Are you smarter than ant? You may say what kind of question is this? Or you may answer emphatically with a resounding yes. After all we are bigger, therefore our brains are bigger. They are tiny, therefore they have little brains. Right? Can you even picture the size of an ants’ brain? It must be really tiny, right? Maybe so, maybe not.
Ok, here’s the scenario that possessed me to ask such a question. Last year around this time just on the cusp of summer. I had a little ant problem. These little bastards decided that my home was the perfect location to scavenge for food after a long hibernation over the winter. The decision was made and they mounted an all-out attack around my kitchen sink. They marched obediently in a single file, reminiscent of my old army days. Some were coming and some were going. I just assumed they had to find food to feed the big fat queen, somewhere in the lair.
Upon witnessing this, I decided that my home was not big enough for my family and a whole army of ants. So I decided to fight back. I waged an all-out chemical warfare. I went to the local hardware store and bought some ant bait. I read the instructions carefully and mounted my own attack. The label said to put the bait in the infested area. I thought to myself, perfect, I’ll just put the bait where they will have cross over it. So I put the bait smack middle in their perfect little single file trail they had going.
Upon encountering the bait, some scattered, some went around it, and some decided to eat it. Before long they all began to feast on the bait. I said to myself, good, eat and die you little bastards, and went about my business. A few hours later, I came back to check on my bait, and as expected, they was a mass of dead ants around it. A trail of dead ants all the way to the crack where they came from. My only hope now was that maybe some of the ants took the bait all the way to the queen. Terminating the queen is the only way to totally eradicate the population, as she lays millions of eggs at a time. Anyway, my ant problem was solved and I never saw another ant for the rest of the summer. The skull and crossbones on the package of the ant bait really meant something.
Fast forward one year, the following summer around the same time. At first I saw one little straggling ant. Not a threat, nothing the mighty hammer fist of a human hand can’t handle, smash. Then there were two ants, the following day, hmmmm, then more and more. Ok, no problem, I know exactly how to deal with this. I went and got my bait with the skull and crossbones on it. But wait, I thought to myself, this thing was supposed to kill the entire colony along with the queen. Anyway, I was happy to be able to get rid of them for the entire season. So once again I mounted a counter attack.
I repeated the same procedure as the previous year.
But wait, something is not quite right, instead of gobbling it up and having a feast, these little ants scattered in a chaotic pandemonium. None touched the bait. It was like I had dropped a nuclear bomb and the bomb alarm had sounded because even ants that were nowhere near the bait ran for cover. Hmmmm, I thought to myself, a little upset, but more fascinated by this phenomenon. Could it be that some had survived the previous onslaught and spread the word? Was there a mass email campaign that every ant received? Could it be that these tiny brained ants remembered the deadly toxic effects of this particular bait?
This whole ordeal led me to the question I posed in the opening paragraph, “are we smarter than ants?” You may still say yes, but the ants might have a case. Question to humans – why do some of us keep repeating the same mistakes over and over, despite knowing the consequences? We have all heard insanity defined as “doing the same thing and expecting a different result”. There is some truth to this statement without a doubt, but I think the definition of insanity should be “doing the same thing, over and over despite knowing what the consequences or results are. Wait, or maybe that’s the definition of stupid.
All I know is if you want to survive and stay alive in this world, you have to be a little like these resilient ants. You have to turn your mistakes into experiences and learn from them, not relive them. This is the story of the human evolution. Adapting to scenarios and situations. Learning from our own and others’ mistakes so we don’t repeat them. This could be the difference between life and death, as it was for these ants and every living thing in nature for that matter. Somehow the devastation caused by the bait left an imprint on their tiny brains and they did not take the same deadly bait.
I’ve always admired ant because of their physical prowles. They have been known to carry objects a hundred times their weight. I’m sure we’ve all witnessed an object on the ground moving, only to discover that it was a tiny ant under it. This is more evidenced by a video my friend Hank sent me of a tiny little ant, trying and moving huge rubber band. You couldn’t tell this little ant that this massive object probably will not fit in his hole. He was determined to move it, and move it he did.
So the moral of the story is, adapt or die, literally. So the next time you see an ant, think about how smart, tough, and resilient they are. We could all use some of these qualities. I have respect for these ants but, it still doesn’t stop me from trying to rid them of my home. I have no qualms with them outside. So tomorrow, I’m trying different bait. I’m convinced I will never be able to totally eradicate them. But if I can get rid of them for one summer, it’s a small victory for mankind, or just me anyway.
Read Part II here