Yesterday, when I was off being irrresponsible, I noticed these ant lion traps all over the dirt floor of the tavern at the Four Winds Faire grounds. There were literally dozens of these little cones within a few square feet. I suppose they live in hope of the day when patrons return and drop food on the floor, which will attract ants, who will fall into these clever traps. If you don’t like calling the architects of these traps “ant lions,” you can always call them Curly Wurlys, like a childhood friend of mine did.
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