Two days passed, and at first things were going great, but then the ant's behavior started getting strange.
For one, they had stopped attacking as much and went into hiding.
A terrible scent accompanied their strange behavior. It smelled like rotten eggs and the atrocious scent was everywhere in the nest.
Strangely, it reminded me of back home whenever we had a storm or a natural disaster heading our way that threatened to destroy the entire city.
People packed up their belongings and stayed inside their homes without daring to come out.
Loud sirens would blare through the entire city while we sat at home, watching the news and hearing about the other settlements that had been wiped out while the storm headed our way.
We spent every second of the day thinking that it might be our last day on earth.
It was as if we were playing a game of russian-roulette with nature.
The situation with the ants felt similar. As if something were coming, but I had no clue what it was.
