All summer long, the ants gathered up food and supplies to prepare for the winter.
The grasshoppers, on the other hand, danced and sang and played.
When winter came, the grasshoppers tried to forage, but often failing and freezing to death.
The cicadas buried themselves in tree roots, emerging every few years to mate, lay eggs, and die.
Such a safe, boring life.
Meanwhile, the cockroaches scuttled around in buildings and dumpsters, feasting on the trash of humanity.
Sure, a few were stuck in glue traps or ate poison pellets, but for the most part, they led a good life.