Yeah, once I found a whole colony of ants running through a dewy spiderweb that had just fallen from a leaf. It was like a tiny traffic jam with ants in line, each carrying a leaf‑shard, weaving a living net on that fragile silk. They kept dodging a single droplet that kept rolling down the web, so it was like a miniature drama of teamwork and patience, with the whole scene turning gray with morning light. It’s moments like that that remind me every small corner hides a story.