I will not look at Ants the same way again

The Trailhead Queen was dead. At first, there was no overt sign that her long life was ending: no fever, no spasms, no farewells. She simply sat on the floor of the royal chamber and died. As in life, her body was prone and immobile, her legs and antennae relaxed. Her stillness alone failed to give warning to her daughters that a catastrophe had occurred for all of them. She lay there, in fact, as though nothing had happened. She had become a perfect statue of herself.

Ellen sent me this link (from her dad - thanks!) E. O. Wilson: Trailhead: newyorker.com and it is a sort of novel / story of the Trailhead Ant Colony - its birth, growth, day to day life, and ultimate siege and demise. It is interesting and well written in an engaging way. I highly recommend it.

Pictured is the queen, the big one, and some of her workers. For more information about ants check this or this.