|During a rather dry Midwestern summer, a golfer hit a drive which landed on top of an anthill.
Instead of moving the ball, and taking a penalty, the golfer decided to hit it where it lay, giving it a tremendous swing.
Clouds of dirt and ants exploded from the mound, everything but his golf ball. There it sat in the exact same spot.
So the golfer lined-up again and took another shot. The golf ball didn't so much as wobble.
Two ants survived the onslaught. One dazed ant asked the other, "What are we going to do if he takes another swing?"
The other said, "I don't know about you, but I'm getting on that ball."