This morning, as I stared out of my window, nursing a cup of coffee that was rapidly losing both heat and motivation, I saw them, a steady black ribbon winding its way across the floor of my balcony. The ant parade.At first, I thought it was an invasion. But then, as I looked closer, I realized it was more like a procession, synchronized, purposeful, almost meditative. Hundreds of ants, all marching in one direction, single-mindedly chasing what appeared to be a fallen breadcrumb. It wasn’t much