Heaven to some ... For a green head ant it is, heaven. Fresh meat delivered to the door and nature embraces the bounty, heedless something died for it. And heedless of the observer, absolutely un-self-conscious except with reference to the instinctive need to survive, these little beauties process the red meat into pieces small enough to carry back to the nest, to live. Heaven is relative here. An honest ant, you always know where you stand with a green head ant, they bite and sting, what ants do. Not afraid to stand out from the crown and strut his stuff.