Inexorably they march on. What drives them to sacrifice themselves? Jihad? Duty? Animal Instinct? Why extinguish your life when it is precious, every instant to cherish, and every moment to live? Why give it up for a cause that will not bear fruit? For a truth that none understand? For a purpose that will not be served?
Besides, cleaning up the mess they leave is a chore. Even when they offer to clean up after themselves. As for what I think – well, I sip formic acid enriched water* and wonder- why?
They come in droves to drown themselves. There is not a water body to be seen that they do not go all out to attack, and trust me, there is nothing to be found in the darn place EXCEPT water. Whatever be the conditions that meet them, knowing that many before them have perished in this pursuit, they come. They might as well leap off cliffs. They certainly have me baffled. Holding a water bottle with floating clumps of dead ants.
*I’m vegetarian. In first year, I used to be teased about drinking water that ants have died in… there wasn’t an option, you left water out for five mixtures even with the cap of the bottle screwed tightly shut and you’d find an ant or two dead in it. Even when it was clear, one always had a sneaking suspicion that at some point of time, that water had seen first hand death. Leave it overnight in the middle of a clean floor and you’d find about a hundred or so floating together in two or three clumps. Where they came from was a mystery, because there were none seen running on our floors or our walls – we were merciless in executing our “death to the ants” regime. It was ‘kill on sight’.