BLACK ANTS
WHEN I WAS LITTLE AND SMALL-I USED TO WATCH ANTS BIG AND SMALL-THE BIG BLACK ONE WOULD HIDE IN THE BARK-AND IF I TRIED TP PICK THEM UP-THEY WOULD BITE ME FOR A START.THEY WERE TOUGH AND MOVED LIKE TANKS-AND ONCE IN A WHILE YOU COULD FIND THEM FIGHTING OTHERS ANTS-RED ONES,BROWN ONES,BRINDAL AND SMALL-BIG BLACKS ONES WOULD FIFGT THEM ALL !
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