Your pavement is my castle

The thing you realize when you look close enough is this: You don’t own your house. You may live there, you may have paid good money for it, but there are animals there who used to be there before you, whose parents and grandparents and great-grandparents lived there before you. And they make sure you know. To them, you’re that pesky force of nature that keeps sweeping the terrace even though they chose this very stone or this very leaf to raise their kids under. Yes, I do feel guilty sometimes. Yes, it takes me forever to sweep the terrace – I keep running into the house to fetch my camera as soon as I spy the tell-tale white shapes and frantic wriggling. Pavement ants. Your pavement is my castle weiterlesen