Monday, April 23, 2007

Earth Day is Every Day

"Everyday is Earth Day,
If it's cold or wet or hot
Pitch in to save the planet
It's the only one we've got."



Earth Day is, in fact everyday. But, technically-yesterday was Earthday. In celebration, I planted 3 azaleas, and in the process probably killed millions of ants. Just doing my part, you know? So, I thought that I would use this opportunity to educate on the anatomy of the ant. Because without our knowledge we are powerless, or is it Knowledge is Power, or-wait was it Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires..I don't know. Whatever. Anyway, I'm including some illustrations to help you better understand the fragile, yet, beautiful fragments that make up this magnificent ant creature. So, hopefully, what I want you to get out of this is to understand that it is not just US on this Mother Earth. We are simply just a small piece that fits into this this giant puzzle. Without wind, without water, without food...without ants-we simply couldn't survive.

As the 4th Lost Wiseman, Jack Handy, once stated, "Worship the potato? The idea seemed silly to me. But then I thought, what else is more deserving of worship? It's simple, it comes from the earth, and it can kill you if you disobey it."

Day 21: I'm Getting Bored.





Ok, so I've jumped off the bandwagon for a bit, but the ants have also. It's not entirely my fault that there has been no activity on this blog up until now. But seriously, when I say there has been NO activity...I mean-there has been NO activity. For days I have been checking the tunnels and the chewed down pathways, hoping for something exciting to happen. Maybe the construction of a mall, or a playground so that all the wee-ants can play. But..NO! The ants have gotten lazy. I haven’t noticed any new tunnels forming, and also for some reason the ants have now congregated to the top corner of the blue-world container. Perhaps this is one of their meeting establishments, or perhaps, even, when I least expect it they will use all their tiny mighty power to push the top off of their cage. However, I don't think they have gotten far with the latter of the two. I've seen them hanging out in that corner for about a week now. I find it quite suspicious.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Poetry Reading!

Snap Snap Snap.

Silence everyone! I have created the first amongst many soon to come, Haiku's! Prepare yourselves for astonishment.


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I don’t understand-
How you know what sex you are-
You don’t have privates.


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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Day 8: One Week Down

~Front View~
~Back View~
~Ant Close-Up~


Dear Diary,
It's been one full week, and still not a word from the Mother Ship. I fear that all hope I once held will soon disappear along with my entire ant colony. We are trapped here against our will, and the food source is running low. I've resorted to eating the blue gel that most of the colony has fallen victim to believing is safe. I just know it is a big conspiracy at the hand of man, and the experiments they are conducting will severely lead to our downfall. "Hmm, I wonder how long they'll live?" I hear them say, "Wow..how do they eat? Is it safe to consume the blue stuff they are digging in?" I hear them question. "What are those ants going to do when there aren't any more tunnels to dig?", those humans ask. Pretty soon our tunnels will be complete and we will be nothing but drones climbing in and out of these tubes, hour after hour, day after day-with nowhere to go. I'm still waiting; I know this can't be the end of us all.

~Anton

Monday, April 9, 2007

Fight for Your Right to Party



Just as I suspected. As I walked into the room where the ants are being held captive in their plastic container, I noticed an eerie silence. A silence that normally doesn't exist in the wee hours of the morn when the ants are at their peak performance. I peered into the cage and saw that, instead of working toward their perfect tunnel world, they were passed out, some even in compromising positions. The blue gel was muddied with an off-color substance that I can only conclude would be vomit. THE ANTS HAD A PARTY. I KNEW IT! I warned them about this, and what the consequences would be (although, I didn't really have anything to back up what I was warning them with). What really tipped me off was how they were completely irresponsible because they didn't clean up the evidence. Just look at the Polaroid’s I found scattered throughout the room. The Ants Will Pay.

Friday, April 6, 2007

Day 4: An Easter For The Ants

It's only right to let the Ants celebrate Easter also, however, I quickly decided that placing multiple Peeps around the Ant habitat was cruel and abusive as I know they could smell the sweet sugary goodness-but no matter how hard they tried, they would NEVER EVER be able to indulge. Just call me cold-blooded and barbaric.

(Muahaha..keep digging ants, keep digging!)

The ants are progressing quite nicely. They should be fit for the eating in no time. This is the first time ever we are leaving the buggers alone for the weekend. I feel a twinge of separation anxiety setting in, as I don' t want to miss a single action-packed moment away from them. The way they dig is just so exhilarating and so gripping. I'm sure they will be fine and behave, however, I'm not so sure after that email they sent to me the other day. Now that I know they are capable of escaping their plastic cage of confinement, I am a bit worried as to what I will come back to on Monday. They do a really really class job at returning to their habitat and placing the lid on just as if they never left. They are talented ants. I suspect a party while I am gone.

Of Ants and Raisins

by
K.P. Fagan

I was only a small boy
waiting for the movie to start
Swinging my feet in cool theater twilight
When my brother told me that the Raisinettes
Mother had purchased for me at the drugstore
were really Raisin-ants
-chocolate covered ants
In terror, I dropped the box onto the sticky, inky floor
expecting it to immediately burst apart with millions of furious, biting insects
who would swarm my seat and devour me in a billion tiny stings
But the box stayed dead, no ants emerged
and my brother smiled, pleased as punch that his trick worked

Then the lights went down and the movie began and I forgot all about them

Today I will not touch a box of raisins
Not because I fear it contains ant or ant-byproducts
I just don't like raisins.



*Thank you to Mr. K.P. for contributing. Your support is helpful in retaining the importance of this site.

The Ant Rant Has FANS!

I want to thank all of the Ant Rant contributors from the depths of my thorax. Without you, our site would be reduced to shambles, only resembling what could be described as a vast wasteland of nothing. I hope that thus far, in this journey of Ant and Rant that our writers have come to love and enjoy what the Ant Rant stands for: the pure and utter love of the Pogonomyrmex barbatus (The Harvester Ant).

So Thank you for your tireless efforts in regards to your love poems, death threats, your ant related art, your linking to our site and thank you for seeking out the Ant Rant, as we are very fortunate to have such followers.

Praise Ant.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Day 3: Is it Wrong to Give Them False Hope?



Today we got the grand idea to place the ant aquarium next to a giant window that looks out into a lush forest of trees and nature. We thought that, if the ants have to be trapped in this blue-goo habitat, that the least we could do was taunt them with the sweet memory of them once roaming free in the great wide-open.

They didn't seem to notice the difference.

NEWSFLASH: THIS JUST IN...

It has come to my troubling attention that the ants are mad. No, THEY ARE PISSED. While I was out, they sent me an email in which stated,

"We, the Ants, need to tell you about how the struggle to demonstrate conclusively that the food ANTS-ON-A-LOG is hell-bent on suppressing our freedom, both locally in our new blue world and nationwide. We realize that some of you may not know the particular background details of this "food" (you humans like to call it) that we're referring to. We're not going to go into those details here, but you can read up on it elsewhere, for example: http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Ants-on-a-Log/Detail.aspx. You won't hear about ANTS-ON-A-LOG in the media, or really even spoken of in public much anymore, but we feel that the food ANTS-ON-A-LOG is offensive, and we have observed it to be also sinister, gutless, and mostly profligate. These descriptions seem the most appropriate adjectives to describe ANTS-ON-A-LOG's prognostications. You have been warned. So, humans, do you want this "food" you so adore to be referred to as GUTLESS? If the question overwhelms you, we suggest you stop eating this mockery of which you refer to our species IMMEDIATELY. On a closing note, we hope that this letter, while incomplete, informal, and having no authority except its own inner strength and conviction, has clearly demonstrated to you that we're not saying anything you don't already know about.

Down with ANTS-ON-A-LOG,
Sincerely,

The Ants."

I can honestly say I'm a bit frightened for my life. But what concerns me more than anything is, HOW DID THEY GET INTERNET ACCESS. I suppose the ants are further along in their evolution than I thought. YIKES.

Dirty, Dirty Ants.




(Click on the images to view them in MASSIVE SCARY-ASS ANT MODE)

Day 2:
These images got me thinking about ants, about colonies, about...sex. And so I started to research Harvester Ants and their reproductive behavior, and I found it to be quite interesting.

Ants have a strange mating ritual. It seems both the queen ant and the "prince" (male) have wings, and when the mating urge hits, they fly 100-some feet into the air, do their ant-sex thang, then the male's wings fall off and he dies. The female then goes on to lay her eggs. Now, what if this happened in the human 'kingdom'? How strange that nature sometimes works on it's most basic needs, and then quickly erases what is not needed any longer (ie. male ants). Are the male ants like, "Awwww Yeeeah. Let's DO IT!! I don't care if my friggin wings fall off and I die afterwards. It's all worth a little meaningless ant-sex!" I don't know. Strange.


From: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2005/01/050125090209.htm
"The population of harvester ants we study has an unusual 3-sex system. Recent work shows that this population, like other harvester ant populations nearby, is divided into two lineages. When a queen mates with a male of the same lineage, she produces female reproductives. When she mates with a male of the other lineage, she produces sterile female workers.

This kind of reproductive behavior is very different from what we expect to see in ant societies. We'd expect to see the same DNA sequence from all ants in a given colony. But that's not what happened here.

It didn't matter that the laboratory experiments mimicked the founding of a new colony, which depends heavily on workers and only needs one queen: when a queen and male of the same lineage mated, they produced eggs that would give rise to many queens. The results also showed that all of the eggs produced became workers when a queen mated with an alternate-lineage male."

WEIRD. REALLY WEIRD. White Collar Ants. Great.
Tune in next time for the upcoming design of the ants and their weird little world.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Ant Farm Teaches Children Aboout Toil, Death


Children learn about the cruel reality of pain, toil, and death with the Playscovery Cove Ant Village.


Ant Farm Teaches Children About Toil, Death
From The Onion
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/28444
June 7, 2000 | Issue 36•21

PASADENA, CA–Wonderco, a Pasadena-based educational-toy manufacturer, unveiled its new Playscovery Cove Ant Village Monday, touting the ant farm as a fun, interactive way to teach children ages 5 and up about unceasing, backbreaking toil and the cold, inescapable reality of death.

"Your little ones will have a front-row seat as worker ants labor, day in and day out, until they inevitably die of exhaustion, their futile efforts all for naught," Wonderco spokeswoman Joan Kedzie said. "A Playscovery Cove Ant Village, complete with stackable tiny ant barns, see-through 'Antway' travel tubes, and connecting 'Antports,' is your children's window into the years of thankless, grueling labor that await them as worker drones in our post-industrial society."

Billed as "the fun way to teach your kids to accept their miserable fate stoically," the ant farm retails for $14.95.

"The ants work very, very hard," said Youngstown, OH, 9-year-old Dylan Munns, who will someday work in the same grim Hormel meat-packing plant where his father now toils, as his father did before him. "They dig tunnels and carry heavy stuff all day long. Then they do it all over again the next day."

"They all look and act the same," said Newark, NJ, 10-year-old Darnell Booker, who, like Munns, will one day play the role of blue-collar worker in a society that rewards collectivism over individualism. "And there's no escape."

According to Kedzie, the ants, which come separately from the farm, are bred in New Mexico and mailed directly to Playscovery Cove Ant Village purchasers. Within days of arriving, a majority of the ants die at the hands of the small children responsible for regulating the temperature, humidity, and food supply in their delicate pseudo-ecosystem.

Even under optimum conditions, Kedzie said, the ants survive no more than 20 weeks in the farm. As a result, children are assured the chance to contemplate the inescapability of their own mortality.

"My ants came in the mail, and I put them in my ant farm all by myself," said Molly Whalen, 7, of Springfield, MA. "Some were stuck to the bottom of the tube, and I tried to make them move by dunking them in water, but mommy said they were dead forever."

It is normal for a certain percentage of the ants to perish in transport, Kedzie said.

"As it says in the official Playscovery Cove Ant Watcher's Guide, 'Don't worry if some ants didn't make the long and bumpy trip to your mailbox, kids, because we send along more than enough to get your ant farm up and running,'" she said. "'Besides, when some of your ants arrive dead, you'll be reminded that the spectre of death hangs over every creature on this Earth!'"

The lesson that the ants' labor is all in vain becomes clearer as time passes. During the first two to three weeks, the exclusively female worker ants are extremely productive, building an elaborate system of tunnels and hills amongst the miniature green trees and red plastic houses dotting the interior of the plastic dome. However, because neither male ants nor a fertile queen is provided with the Playscovery Cove Ant Village, making reproduction impossible, the farm is doomed to extinction from day one.

"The social structure of an ant colony is extremely complex, with individual members occupying such castes as soldier, messenger, and larvae attendant," said Penn State entomologist Dr. Gerald Dudek. "At some point, the Playscovery Cove ants become cognizant that their hierarchical structure has been stripped away, rendering their already near-meaningless existence totally futile. There seems to be a breaking point at about the 22-day mark when the dejected ants begin to die off en masse."

At this point, Dudek said, the ant farm enters what is known as the "death-pile phase." A spot is chosen by the worker ants to deposit their dead, and the burial mound steadily grows as the few remaining ants devote more of their time to gathering and burying others.

"It was really weird," said Jessica Lurman, 14, of Savannah, GA. "The ants were, like, really careful to put all the dead ants in this one big grave until there were, like, only four left. Then, the next morning, three of the four were lying with the others in the big pile, and the last one was dead over by the plastic farmhouse thingy. It must've died right after it buried the second-to-last ant."

Rick Brannan, CEO of Wonderco, said his company's ant farm was initially marketed as a fun way to teach children about life, not death.

"About a year ago, we re-examined our entire line of nature exploration toys–the ant farms, firefly lanterns, butterfly keepers, and ladybug jars," Brannan said. "What we found was surprising: Despite the fact that, 100 percent of the time, these toys resulted in the death of the living creatures caged inside, parents continued to buy them for their children. It was then that we realized that the suffering and death must be part of the attraction."

Added Brannan: "Here at Wonderco, arbeit macht fun!"

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Day 1: Confusion Sets In



Within about 2 hours of dumping these guys into this new gel habitat, they calmed down (as we did also) and they started to dig their tunnels. For a second, as they were dumped in, they moved so quickly, attempting to climb up the sides of the container-as if they knew exactly how to escape. The lid was quiclky shut over them, sealing their lives inside of this surreal new blue world they will now live in until their last tiny breaths.

In the Beginning...



It wasn't originally my idea, in fact, it's something that I'm sure I'd never think of. ANTS? Why ants? They are creepy little buggers, with way too many legs and no apparent direction in life. Or so I thought. Well, a friend of mine ordered the AntWorks gel ant farm from www.thinkgeek.com and as we "ooooed and awwwwed" over just how cool the contraption was, we came to the realization that we wouldn't be able to do anything with the cool light up ant farm if we didn't have any ants. So, she ordered (as strange as it sounds) a vial of ants which were quickly mailed to her. About an hour after she dumped the ants into this blue jelly concoction, they ran around dazed and bewildered for a good 2 hours, but soon learned that if you dig into the gel, a new amazing world can be created. Watch the time-lapsed video above. Our ants aren't this far along yet, but they are moving quite quickly! I'm hoping that I can document their progress through this blog, and although I may be the only one that finds interest in keeping up with this, well, at least it's something educational to do! The ants are supposed to live for 3 months, so within that period of time I'm hoping that we will be able to come to a greater understanding of those creepy little ants, and their little world of weird.