One slow morning in August, a shrill cry could be heard in the online ant colony: “Which one of you pesky six-legged punks found where I hid my Oreos? I went to get one and y’all were all over it.”All hell broke loose. The responses ranged from offers of sympathy to confessions, accusations, innuendo and veiled threats, with the accusations ranging from blasé to outlandish. Among the comments: “Nom nom”, “Selfish, and “Nobody gets to hoard Oreos unless The Queen permits.”Written in capital…