In the heavy evening air she was pursued by hundreds of manic males and chose our white garden parasol as the scene of her nuptials. But no shrinking violet this girl! She fought off one suitor after another, demanding the attentions of only the strongest and most persistent. It went on for hours until darkness fell and the bodies of the successful males lay scattered acrosss the white fabric. No doubt the queen ant had already settled on her new home, somewhere nearby.
That’s life in the wild wood.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Yep – flyng ants were on the London pavements yesterday. It must have been ‘Flying ants’ Day. (Is it only one day a year?)
Oh! Is them ants? I thought they was a giant flock of migratory starlings or somefing 😉
Them’s ants awright! 🙂
So it’s the successful males that die?
Yep! What might be termed a Pyrrhic victory, eh?