This is the story of one garden anthill that I follow regularly to see what happens only this time I feed it
It all started while I was photographing this ant queen maybe a queen or just a fat ant
that ant is extremely fast and rarely stops for two seconds to catch it in the frame
and he went to the mountains
so I was attacked by one flying ant and the other landing on the floor
so on one plant I saw a caterpillar moving like a branch
and fell to the floor and gathered in a circle
it is a caterpillar ( Lat . Scopula ornata ) - European Lepidoptera
I like how he holds up with those little legs
and it holds that body in that position
and the head is also weird I don't know if it's the legs or some tentacles, the mouth or something else and yet it's the head
there the whole of it is like some branch camouflaged
it would be weird if the mosquitoes didn't start stabbing me as if they were competing in darts they could hit me better and faster, sting and suck more blood in a short time
really boring very boring those mosquitoes and that tiger mosquito
this one doesn't fly anymore and the ants won't obviously it's not on his menu
they stabbed me so much that I itched the wound and took off the oak
and I threw the oak to the ants, let them use it, it will be more useful to them
slowly one approaches and the other approaches who comes to the oak
goes he wears that piece like nothing
I earned that oak a week ago when I got off my bike while the first long-awaited rain fell and then the road slipped like ice
nothing terrible little scratched knee and this little sore of an inch below the elbow
close is close to this ant
the hole is slowly monitored
here's a cohesive team of goats on what to do with it underground
here he goes into a hole with my oak to feed or skin what to do with it and I slowly greet you on HIVE with these little ants
They left with my share and I greet you with my share .
THE END