Listen. I don't understand bullying and violence in the *human* world. I have even *less* understanding of the non-human social worlds.

Like here, today:

The red ants were all frenzied wandering around the stones that make up the steps to our backyard. A few of the wingèd black ants were landing like paratroopers among them. The red ants, if they were close by, would turn on them, but the wingèd black ants would consistently get the better of them. A few red ants would approach the fight, maybe thinking they should help out, and the red ant under the black one might get away as a result.

Over and over. Just weird.

They were all tiny, like 6 or 7 mm long, and my camera wasn't doing a good job of locking onto their focus. But it was enough to ponder, anthropomorphically, what seemed like gratuitous violence.