Babette's Feast has nothing on these amber ants, dining delicately since yesterday on the remains of a beautiful Common Baskettail. They probe with such culinary cleanliness and cooperation that it is hard not admire them and their solemn duties.
University mowers and weed-eaters -- ear-muffled, cigarette-smoking -- make short work of their crew-cutting grass, wildflowers, weeds, dragonfly exuviae, reeds, spat and flung like chaff, with impersonal abandon. It is hard not to resent them and their dirty work.
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