It's official - the ants win:
E. O. Wilson must be proud. And worried. If those little suckers get nukes, we're all doomed.
And if you think I'm crazy to be worried about ants getting nukes, just take a look at the crazies that already have them!
Maybe I should write a special supplement to my Formian adventure setting - "The End of the World as We Know it," where the Great Mother gets a nuclear arsenal...