I heart little ants

Not the dead bug in question, 

but all the same, a giant bug from Jamaica.

Last night, there was a dead crunchy looking beetle lying on the floor, next to my suitcase table. This place is full of all sorts of crazy looking, and giant, bugs. For whatever reason, they delight me, instead of freaking me out, with all of their crispy shells, raspy legs and long attennae.

That being said, the dead bug, which was about an inch long, was still there this morning when I went to take my shower. But I noticed a giant swarm of the smallest ants in the world all hanging around the dead beetle, like he was a rock star. I showered, and when I came back, the ants had carted that dead, crunchy beetle off to who knows where. There was no trace of it anywhere, and there were no straggler ants either. It was impressive. That giant mob of microscopic ants lifted up that beetle carcass and high tailed it out of town.
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