dinner is served
It was a veritable smoragasbord out by the garage tonight. Three different kinds of beetles - I suppose they were the appetizer, main course and dessert.
I wonder if they taste like chicken.
The ants attacked the poor guys while they were still alive. They marched over and under the bodies, taking the beetles apart limb by limb, carrying the body parts one at a time over the rocks and to their hideout, where I assume the guts and glory of the once impressive beetles were presented as gifts to the queen.
Then they all sat down at long tables with steins of lager while the jester ant told jokes and did somersaults while wearing the carcass of the biggest beetle, all to the tune of the ant minstrel band.