He looked around the garden, shaking his head.
He had strong feelings about people coming onto the property, without permission, and making a mess of the place. The lawn was a complete disaster. He went around looking for traces of what had been there before. The people who did this obviously had no idea how much work it was going to take to put it all to rights. He could only put it down to ignorance. He was doing this when a head appeared. It was his friend, who had come out to console him. In truth, this self-same thing had happened before, and on a surprisingly regular basis. He knew his friend would need some degree of comforting.
As he approached, he said, “They seemed to have worked quite hard to make the changes, whoever they are. Heavy machinery, I’d say.”
“I know, I heard them,” the other scowled, “we all heard them! There’s no excuse for what they did. They probably know there is very little we can do about it.”
He took one last look around, shaking his head again.
Then, using the only entrance still useable, the two ants went back down to deliver the bad news to others in their colony.