The Hollow Hill

A Living Formicarium, after the Notebooks of Dr. Aurelie Vance, 1893

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The formicarium, from the surface down to the royal chamber

3rd June, 1893

The hill is sealed behind glass this morning and set upon the north bench. By noon they had found the crust.

12th August, late

I have begun to think of the hill as one animal and the ants as its cells. That is a figure of speech. I write it down so that I may disown it later.

A tall glass case of earth in cross-section. At the top, grass and a mound of excavated soil at the entrance; below, the upper galleries with the food stores and the midden; deeper, a warm nursery of eggs, larvae and pupae by the lamp; at the bottom, the queen in her chamber. The ants move continuously. Use the controls at the foot of the page, or ask what is happening now.

Plate I. The Surface

3rd June, 1893

The hill is sealed behind glass this morning and set upon the north bench. I have given it a crust, a scatter of seed, and a beetle from the window sill. By noon they had found all three.

5th June

They go out by one door only, and whatever they find they bring back by the same road. The road is drawn on nothing but the air. The brass at the eastern corner of the frame does not sit true; I must have it seen to.

II.The Upper GalleriesTraffic, the stores, and the midden.

9th June

The upper galleries are a market. Traffic in both directions, and at the narrow places a queue, which they keep better than the crowd at the omnibus stand.

14th June

A midden. The dead are carried to the far end of a gallery and laid with the seed husks. No one is left where she falls. I find I cannot say the same of us.

20th June

Rain in the night. The upper rooms flooded and by dawn every egg had been carried down. I did not see who gave the order. I do not think there was one.

III.The Deep NurseryEggs, larvae, pupae; the nurses; the lamp.

2nd July

Down here it is warm. I keep the lamp by this pane at night and the nurses have noticed: the brood lies where the glass is warmest, eggs with eggs, larvae with larvae, the cocoons apart.

8th July

I have numbered the ones I can tell apart. It is a vanity. They do not know their numbers, and I cannot keep up with them.

11th July

When the noon is hot they carry the pupae upward, toward the sun, and bring them down again at dusk. Every day. Nobody taught them the hour.

IV.The Royal ChamberThe queen, and those who face her.

30th July

The queen. I had to lower the lamp to see her at all. She hardly moves. The whole hill above her moves instead.

4th August

Her attendants face her in a ring, like a small congregation. When she lays, the eggs are taken away before they touch the floor.

12th August, late

I have begun to think of the hill as one animal and the ants as its cells. That is a figure of speech. I write it down so that I may disown it later.

Observations

Nothing written yet today. The colony keeps your clock and goes on living when you leave.

Your pointer is the observation lamp: hold it over the glass. Click any ant to read its card.

All of today’s notes

V.Below the Hill

The ledger kept under the case: the census, your visits, what happened while you were away, and the letters the ants have taken.

The census

The census is being taken.

Letters taken from the notebook

None at present. The ants have not yet found their way out of the case, or have returned everything.

Your visits

 

While you were away

Nothing yet. Close the page and come back; the colony will not wait for you.

Today’s notes

Nothing written yet.

For the observer

The Hollow Hill is a fiction. Dr. Aurelie Vance, her notebooks and her formicarium never existed. The colony borrows the habits of real ants, but nothing here is offered as natural history. It lives in this browser alone, keeps your local time, and is shared with no one.

Set in Bodoni Moda, Old Standard TT and Pinyon Script. The colony is a simulation of several thousand individuals, each with a number, an age, needs and a history; it runs beside the page, not in it.