Here I am, overwintering in India, in my wheelchair with my trusty carers on hand. I have seen so many ants since coming here. Taken the temperature of the walls with my radar gun thingie, 37.5 ° in shade and 40.7 ° in the sun.
So near and yet so far. All the ants you could want to see and no access to the nest.
And as far as I know, Father Christmas and his sleigh doesn't come out this far
But on my life journey I was yet to find out that these days Father Christmas comes in many shapes and sizes, and not always on December 24th/25th. This morning after taking my bath and drying off and poofing myself up a bit, in comes my carer Raj, Bullet Rajah, carrying a bug he had found and asking if I thought it might be a Queen ant...?
Sure as eggs are eggs it was a Queen, or it looked very much like one. Raj was sitting on his haunches near the bike shed when he saw something fall from the roof. Unable to fly, with just one wing I reckon she was looking for a place to make her nest.
What a good job I just happened to have a Mini Hearth from Tarheel Ants on me!
Photos to follow as soon as poss.
She shall be known as Queen Mysteriella the Unexpected.
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