Disappointed

I thought it was pretty much an established fact that the size of a country's ants increases in direct correlation to that land's exoticism. I can reveal this to be a myth. Cambodia's ants (at least Phnom Penh's) are the tiddliest, palest little weaklings you can imagine. Were they to meet one of our Brit ants (or "British Bulldogs" as I will call them from now on) down a dark twig, they wouldn't stand a chance.

I feel a strange mix of great disappointment and extraordinary pride.