Rex tremendae majestatus
qui salvandos salvas gratis
salve me, fons pietatis
The ants scurry no longer. All is silent in antville today. No frenetic activity, no hill being built, no tunnels being excavated.
Ingemisco tanquam reus,
Culpa rubet vultus meus
The ants were fading. Was I feeding too much? Watering too little? I don’t know. The sand was as dry and arid as my soul when I got in. Their last bit of food was molded over. Had I created an environment so unworthy of the adaptable ant? Most ants had been buried. One ant died, alone and frightened of this holocaust, in one of the transport tubes.
Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis
I will order more ants and I will love those ants and I will learn from my mistakes. I will succeed!
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine;
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Goodbye Lionel Ritchie Fans
Goodbye lovers of granola
Goodbye CO2 reactors
Goodbye Antstronaut
Goodbye my little ants