Ants in the desert

It is the heat of summer here. In the heat the water and food supply for those tiny critters dwindles. Like any intelligent creature they are in search of it. Yesterday a few were found in the kitchen, today it was my studio.
As I sat and studied them I was able to see the entry was along an exterior wall along the foundation. In search of food they had a trail across the studio floor toward the kitchen stopping near the dog food bowl and then on to under the refrigerator at the other side of the room.
My son saw me watching them and asked what I was doing.
"studying them I told him."
he asked why?
"to understand what they are after and where they are coming in. Listening to them between the words."
I then explained to him that the ants will tell me what they need and why they are here. They are meeting the need they have. We spoke of the scent trail they make so others can follow. Dash said he should use his finger to interrupt the trail and then the next to follow would not be able to find it. I then explained it would need a much grater interruption.
By mopping with ammonia water the trail was gone and so are the ants. They are entering out by the garden. No longer do they find food or water over there. One day the garden will grow again. For now the ants are desperate. The days are hot. They told me so as I sat and studied them.
Learning to wait and to listen between the lines. That is where the critters speak, that is where God can be heard. There waiting listening between the words.