Today I read that there are quadrillions of ants. 250 million, per person. That’s a lot of ants. Say what you like about us being the pinnacle of creation but honestly, God really loves ants and spiders.
I wonder if I could get my 250 million ants working for me? They could fetch my slippers, club together and build me a shed. Perhaps they could all march past, military style, and I could pretend to be king of the ants. Hmm. I don’t think Sammy would like that much.
Anyway. There are lots of ants. This is basically Planet of The Ants. Gosh. Imagine if they were bigger, like the size of horses or something. They’d be terrifying.
Actually don’t imagine that; it’s kind of horrible. And they’re really tiny anyway, so there’s nothing to worry about.
I wonder why God made so many of them. Well. Perhaps he didn’t; perhaps he made two at the start and they went crazy. I’ve never quite got my head around whether he built the universe to tick over like a machine, or whether he’s actively involved in sticking bits of baby ant larva together in the egg. If he is, that’s a lot of fiddly work. Whichever, you’ve got to say he liked the design! 22,000 species, from fire ants to ghost ants, red ants to pharaoh’s ant. Quadrillions of brilliantly strong, super quick and clever little biters.
I like them. But come to think of it, I wouldn’t really want 250 million of them following me round, waiting for my next instruction. I’m very happy to let them just get on with being ants.
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