The last three weeks, my house has been besieged by ants. (Not overly surprising since I live in a village named Ordot (literally: “ants”).)

As of today, in inundation seems to have ended. Lying around the house now are little shriveled ant corpses.

If you want to know what the Apocalypse looks like, this is it. The last few remaining individuals, desperately trying to find food for the colony, working themselves to death. Pushing themselves until they literally fall in their paths.

I’m sure there is a metaphor for human habits in there somewhere, but by the gods if I don’t have the wherewithal or mental fortitude to pick it out right now.