the ants haven’t been at the megalopolis in a while. i'm thinking about, you know, uhh...

early days the ants, where are they? are they underground? are they warm enough? do they slow down? thhhheeyyyyyyy are probably, ummmm, they are probably underground, deep underground. they might have little chambers that they make for the winter. they might have their own traditions. they might have wings of their underground megalopolis that are winter rooms. they might have places where they go when it's cold.

summer ants might also get intoxicated. perhaps they had foragers bringing them drugs to keeeeeeeep them busy during the winter. because otherwise, what is there for ants to do during the winter?

they’ve worked all summer to get their supplies ready for winter, and now is the time to enjoy the fruits of their labor. right? do you think?

they are enjoying the fruits of their labor while the humans don’t go outside for very long at all. when the humans do go outside, they have to bundle up, and even then, sometimes, they’ll feel perfectly warm but also a kind of adrenaliney feeling, as if they’re in danger just by being outside. it’s something in the way they can see their breath, and they let their imaginations run wild imagining, ummmm.....

the ants..... i’m hoping the ants are having a good time down there. i’m sure they’ve figured it out. i’m not worried about them.