The ants near the coast are smaller than those with which I have interacted in Johannesburg. The ones I am looking at right now are at least.
Their size is inextricably linked to another innate quality about them, they are smooth. Why such a thought is prompted in relation to their size is beyond me.
The tamed LED glow radiates off of their carapaces. Marching along in an orderly line, they attempt to maintain a façade of control. Secretly every ant in the line beadily eyes every other ant in the line, just waiting for one to break formation when given the slightest pheromone prompting.
I suppose I have made strange linkings. Entirely unintentionally I assure you, but they cannot be helped. Just as these ants are now appearing smooth to me, I recall that not even yesterday the smell of a cigarette container placed me almost bodily within the Kruger park.
If there is one linking that I hope is not made while I am among the smaller brethren, it is the linking of my eye sockets with a pheromone prompting. Goodness knows that a smaller, sleeker model will slip past my defences far more easily.