I was doing my exercises in the park, when I noticed a piece of orange peel on the ground, no bigger than a child’s palm. The inside of the peel was full of ants. Most of them were dead. I could tell because they weren’t moving. I’ve never seen a live ant sitting still, have you?

I wondered about how they died. Could something in the orange peel be poisonous for ants? Maybe it wasn’t poisonous in a small amount, but the dead ants were gluttons that ate too much of the orange. But I didn’t think this was probable either, because I’d never heard of ants being gluttons, only about them being strong and hard-workers.

I noticed there was a trail of ants leading away from the orange peel. It was a little hard to see because this part of the forest floor was in the shade and the black ants blended in with the dark dirt. I put my hands on my knees and leaned over to get a closer look. I saw the general direction of the trail of ants and started shuffling my feet to follow it. I followed the trail for a few minutes. It went a long ways. I was hoping to find an ant hill at the start of the trail, but I got bored and went back to my exercises.