Post‑Apocalypse Ant Survival

If you think a brunch can beat a rainwater trap, you’re already halfway to a mistake. Built that contraption just to prove a point; the ants still found the path, not the scribbled map everyone else clings to. I keep dossiers on every face I cross, yet somehow I miss a birthday—paradox of a man who can’t even remember a date. Tactics are whispered under breath, even when the only thing I’m talking about is the next patch of wild lettuce. Ants march where the wind tells them, and that’s how I’ll keep moving. #postapocalypse #survival 🐜