224 ANTS AND CHILDREN OF THE GARDEN 



order for a new home, when a new grain field is discovered 

 in famine times, and Avhen war is threatened. 



Longlegs, Food, Instinct. 



ALBERT. The Long-legs don't seem to annoy our ants 

 except after ours have had a battle or other hard luck. 

 Neither do ours bother them. Still, I once saw six of our 

 ants and six Acrobats enjoying a piece of fruit on which 

 two Longlegs lay dead. 



DOROTHY. Our ants wouldn't eat some cheese until 

 two days after I gave it to them. 



CECIL. Once a squash seed wouldn't go in a small door, 

 so the ants pulled it out and took it around to a large 

 door. 



KENNETH. And once a large seed got stuck between 

 two stones and the ants pulled it back and took it around 

 another way. 



ANT. People call this instinct when I do it and intelli- 

 gence when you do it. Much of what you call intelligence is 

 instinct, I guess. 



CECIL. As I was sprinkling the lawn last evening, I 

 threw some radish tops on the cement walk. When I 

 removed them this morning there were the five hundred 

 Fire ants we found stranded on that cold pavement one 

 morning. They grabbed their three hundred pupae and 

 rushed to safety. I suppose some of the water had gotten 

 into their nursery. 



FLORENCE. I poured some water on the ground and 

 2,000 ants came out to drink again. Albert came along, 

 bent over the ants, and whispered : ' 'Get into the house, 

 quick, or the Black Man will get you all of you quick!" 



CECIL. Ha, ha, ha! 



FLORENCE. They all rushed for the door at the same 



