FOOD 109 



KENNETH. I've never seen one of your ants take a 

 seed away from another and take it home to get the credit. 



CECIL. I have but only once. 



ALBERT. The next day after I gave you three lumps 

 of sugar, I saw you drag two dead queens out of the house. 



ANT. Overdose, maybe. Still, we don't care much for 

 sugar. 



FLORENCE. I gave your ants too big a piece of fruit, 

 and they buried it. 



DOROTHY. I gave our ants a piece of apple. You 

 should have seen them drink cider. In a day or two I 

 cracked the seeds and the ants carried them into the 

 house. Nothing was left but the bare core. 



FLORENCE. When I feed the ants, I can't understand 

 why they so often carry the food a few inches away from 

 the door before taking it in. 



KENNETH. I gave our ants a feast a pupa, spider, 

 and a large grasshopper. The next day they were all gone. 



FLORENCE. And I served a piece of fruit, almond and 

 a dozen insect eggs for luncheon today. 



CECIL. One of ours tackled a very large fly. They cut 

 one wing off and were working the other up and down 

 and biting it at the base. An ant then tried to drag the 

 body, but couldn't. Next, a queen came along and dragged 

 it an inch. She then picked up the wing that had been cut 

 off and carried it away. 



ALBERT. I have counted the bodies of eighteen Fuller's 

 rose beetles lying at your door. I don't see how you crack 

 the hard shells. 



ANT. I told you how we suck the juices out through 

 holes we make at the joints, but we could also get our 

 largest ants to crack the shells of the younger ones. 



