Since my childhood, I've loved observing the life of ants. I even had my own small anthill in the village in the polisadnik of my grandfather and grandmother. There I fed ants with different insects or even smoked bacon. In return, I extracted formic acid from an anthill with a straw. Sour, tasty. Sometimes I treated my friends.
So I could not pass by this anthill. In November 17th he looked lifeless.
But in June of this year the anthill not only revived, but also increased in size.
The ants really liked the piece of bread. They took the bread out for crumbs in a relatively short time.
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