Chapter Thirty
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The ant grasped a fluffy bee head in her giant jaws. The ground beneath the honeybee tree, strewn with the remains of the bloody battle, provided easy pickings for the bull ants that lived on the edge of Beth’s garden. They possessed a keen sense of smell located in their antennae, and the aroma of death attracted them in great numbers.
As they entered the vacated battlefield, their large compound eyes took in the thousands of velvety golden orbs, sticky on one side with smeared bee blood. The bull ants, like the wasps, had plenty of their own young to feed, and this windfall was most welcome.
As the worker ant returned to her nest, she repositioned her load a little to maintain her balance. Not that the bee head was much of a burden. She was huge by ant standard
