Idk… there’s about 150,000 ants per pound. Let’s call it 200 pounds of ants, so 30,000,000 ants attacking you all at once?
Even with an incredibly efficient stomping methodology, you’d let some through, which would start crawling on and in you rather quickly.
After a few thousand ants (a fraction of a fraction of the total mind you) get inside your ears, nose, butthole and urethra, biting, chewing and slicing one micro-cut at a time, I’m fairly sure you’re out of commission, going stark mad and opening the way for the remaining millions of ants to quite systematically kill you and methodically cut you in small carryable pieces to bring back to the nest.
True, if both the ants and I are naked and get zero prep time, the ants would probably win. But if I have a few minutes to prepare some buckets of soapy water and tuck my pants into my socks, I think I’d have a decent chance.
So, you mean that if ants decide to invade us, we are essentially screwed.
EDF! EDF!
I feel like I could fight 1.167 my body mass in ants. We have shoes. And fire. And soap.
Idk… there’s about 150,000 ants per pound. Let’s call it 200 pounds of ants, so 30,000,000 ants attacking you all at once?
Even with an incredibly efficient stomping methodology, you’d let some through, which would start crawling on and in you rather quickly.
After a few thousand ants (a fraction of a fraction of the total mind you) get inside your ears, nose, butthole and urethra, biting, chewing and slicing one micro-cut at a time, I’m fairly sure you’re out of commission, going stark mad and opening the way for the remaining millions of ants to quite systematically kill you and methodically cut you in small carryable pieces to bring back to the nest.
But hey, hopefully shoes and soap will help ;)
True, if both the ants and I are naked and get zero prep time, the ants would probably win. But if I have a few minutes to prepare some buckets of soapy water and tuck my pants into my socks, I think I’d have a decent chance.
But what if each each ant had some buckets of soapy water, pants and socks?
I still fancy my chances. I don’t breathe through my skin.
Bring it on. The EDF deploys!