At the Gorges de Pennafort, Provence, we made camp (unwittingly) in the path of some huge but otherwise harmless ants. Relaxing in the company of these creatures is impossible — their industriousness is of truly biblical proportions:
Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise
Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler,
Provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest
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