Yeah, so, my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin got an ant farm for his birthday.
He was really into the ant farm for a hot minute, but now it’s my ant farm. I feed them, and I give them water. I move them from room to room so they can be with us. I like to put them by the window so they get a little sun – but not too much sun!
If these ants were in my house I would squish them and spray poison everywhere. This is different. We invited them here. They’re our guests. I want them to be comfortable, and I feel responsible for their safety.
Unfortunately, some of them have died. But, it wasn’t my fault, my friends!
You see, they’re not regular ants – like I can’t go outside and gather up a few and throw them in there. We had to mail away for them, and they’re kinda big. Some of them didn’t make it through the journey, and – well – some of them didn’t transition to their new home very well. So we had to watch our ants carry the dead ants around while they made all their tunnels. It was kinda sad, which is probably why I’m always checking up on them.
So anyway, we have ants now. And no, I haven’t given them names … yet.