Crumbs of Fate
Mmm, sweet—so sweet—sugar sugar sugar. My antennae twitch with every crumb. Legs tingling. Crumbs, crumbs everywhere, so big, so much, why is it so big? Must take back, must share, must hurry, must—
Ah! Crunch! Good crunch. Break. Chew chew chew. Sweet, sweet—how does it taste so good? It’s all mine, no, no, it’s not. Must share. Must tell others. Wait, wait, just a little more. So much, can carry, can’t carry. Ant way, always carry, always share. But it’s *so sweet.*
Taste. Chew chew chew. Legs buzzing, stomach full, still hungry. Must move, must—
What’s that? Something, something big. Wet? Wet smell, strange smell, burning? Bad. Wrong. Run, run! Can’t move, legs—why legs not moving? Heavy, sticky. Air thick. Wrong! Wrong!
Feelers twitch, but my colony—where’s my colony? Head hurts. Everything spinning. Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe! Can’t—
Dark.