A few years ago, I was on my lunch hour at work, sitting on a bench outside waiting for my coworkers to come out so we would play badminton and a little ant walked near me. I instinctly put my foot on it to kill it without even thinking. Almost immediately I felt regret that I had done this. I sat there staring at the dead ant laying on the ground before me.
Then what happened next shocked me! I saw another ant come from somewhere, I have no idea where, and it went right next to the dead ant, sizing up the situation, then it picked up the dead ant and crawled away with the dead ant. What went through my head was a feeling of amazement and awe. I had no idea that ants would do this, that they cared for their dead like that.
It only made me feel worse about killing the innocent ant after seeing this, but I felt like it was meant to be, that it happened like this so I could witness this event that must take place all the time, but we don't really spend much time focusing on the little life forms of this planet. I felt like I was lucky to get a small glimpse into the lifestyles of ants and to develop a sense of respect for them.
