E.O. Wilson has a story in the New Yorker! About ants! It’s not great as literature, per se, but it is quite interesting. Imagine ant fanfic: that’s basically what this is. Like a preening middle schooler, he tries to show off all the fun little things he knows about how ants live. That’s not meant as too much of a knock, because maybe that’s the point: the story’s not about immersing yourself in the characters so much as about conveying knowledge about the characters. Read it and learn.