Dr. Leila Anand arrived that afternoon with sampling cases. She quickly confirmed Owen’s identification. “They probably arrived in soil around an imported plant,” she told Mary. The apple tree was native. What troubled Leila far more was the colony’s enormous size and its contact with the cottage.
An assistant lowered a camera into a tunnel while Mary watched from behind the closed kitchen window. The screen showed chambers crowded with larvae, workers, and scattered blue grains. Some ants carried the particles in their jaws. Others walked through blue dust that coated their legs and bodies. Several dead workers lay near one chamber. “What is that material?” Mary asked through Leila’s radio. “We do not know yet,” Leila answered.
She refused to guess why the ants had collected it. Samples were collected in containers for chemical analysis. Less than an hour later, the laboratory called. Leila listened silently, then asked the technician to repeat the result. “Seal everything,” she said. “Nobody opens those containers again without full protection.” Mary stepped closer. “What did they find?” Leila removed her gloves and looked towards the cottage. “Enough to make this property unsafe. Pack what you need. You and Pip have to leave tonight.”