Culonas — Hormigas

The harvesters do not swat or chase. Instead, they gently gather . Using soft brooms or even their hands, they sweep the teeming queens into buckets, sacks, or calabash bowls. The sound is distinctive: a soft, persistent pattering like rain on leaves, as hundreds of queens drop from the low vegetation or stumble across the tarps. A good morning’s harvest might yield five, ten, even twenty kilograms of live, squirming queens.

International food writers have compared them to caviar. But the comparison is inexact. Caviar is a luxury of scarcity and brute force. The hormiga culona is a luxury of patience and ecological intelligence. It cannot be farmed. Every attempt to raise Atta laevigata in captivity has failed, because the ants require the specific fungal gardens, the precise microbial ecology of a wild nest, and the atmospheric cues of the Andean rainy season. They remain stubbornly, gloriously wild. The very popularity that has revived this tradition now threatens it. As demand has grown—from urban Colombians and international chefs—the pressure on wild ant colonies has intensified. In some areas around San Gil and Barichara, harvesters report that it is harder each year to find the queens. The forest is being fragmented by cattle ranching and eucalyptus plantations (which are toxic to the ants’ native fungi). Moreover, a practice known as sobrecosecha (overharvesting) occurs when harvesters take too many queens from a single colony. If too many queens are removed in a single season, the colony’s ability to reproduce collapses. hormigas culonas

There is also a darker side: the illegal harvest. Some unscrupulous harvesters have learned to dig up entire nests to extract the queens before their nuptial flight. This kills the colony entirely. It is the equivalent of cutting down an apple tree to pick its fruit. This practice is widely condemned by traditional culanderos , who have developed a sustainable ethic over generations. They know that leaving enough queens to fly and found new colonies ensures a harvest next year and the year after. The harvesters do not swat or chase

To eat one is to understand that the line between “food” and “not food” is not drawn by nature, but by culture. It challenges the squeamishness of a globalized palate and invites a deeper respect for the planet’s smallest, most industrious creatures. In a world obsessed with factory farming and monoculture, the hormiga culona remains a defiantly wild, sustainable, and delicious act of resistance. It is the taste of a place that refuses to be flattened, one crunchy, creamy, big-bottomed bite at a time. The sound is distinctive: a soft, persistent pattering

In the markets of Bucaramanga, a small bag of hormigas culonas can fetch the equivalent of $20 to $50 USD per pound, making them one of the most expensive insects in the world. This price reflects not just the difficulty of the harvest, but the cultural cachet. To serve hormigas culonas at a wedding, a baptism, or a cumpleaños is to signal prosperity and a deep connection to the land. They are a gift of status. The consumption of hormigas culonas predates the Spanish conquest by millennia. The Guane people, an indigenous group that inhabited the highlands of Santander, revered the ants. Archaeological evidence—ceramic vessels and cooking stones—suggests that the Guane developed the techniques of harvesting and toasting queens as early as 500 CE. For them, the ant was not merely food. It was a source of strength, fertility, and a connection to the earth mother.

The method of consumption is specific: pinch the ant gently behind the head. Bite off the abdomen. Chew slowly, letting the creamy paste coat your tongue. Discard the head and legs (though some aficionados eat the whole thing). It is a meditative act. The flavor evolves on the palate—first a crackle of salt, then a wave of roasted maize, and finally a deep, funky, almost cheesy finish that lingers like a fine single-malt scotch.

The harvester stirs constantly with a wooden paddle. Gradually, the ants dry out. Their bodies stiffen, their legs curl inward like tiny claws, and their abdomens begin to swell and darken from a pale cream to a deep, glossy bronze. The transformation is alchemical. The formic acid evaporates, leaving behind a pure, concentrated essence of the ant’s inner reserves.