Rain brings the ants out in the East Bay. Yesterday afternoon, before obliterating a small cadre of scout ants, I noted that one of the leaders was bearing most of the body of a fallen comrade. "Wow, they still do that?" I thought. Can you follow my imbecilic line of thinking there? For a second or two, I was basically thinking, if not in these words, "In today's callous, ill-mannered world, it's nice to see that ants still look after their dead." I humbly submit this as the most absurd anthropomorphization in human history.