No heavy politics today. Nope, on my mind is Alan's ant farm. Remember? They moved in two months ago. They were all named Ben. Anyway, I've become fascinated with them.
They stayed in Alan's room for about a month, until he came to me and told me he wanted me to have them. It was clear why; he told me why; they're "lazy" little buggers. A whole month and they did nothing but stand around, feel each other with their antennae, pointlessly paw at the walls, and eat sugar.
However, as soon as they got into my office they started digging. They dug this and only this after a week of off and on work:
That was it. They'll walk through one end and out the other. Presumably, to the little ant brain, they enter into a whole new world each time and so why bother with another escape hole, right?
Then it looked like they were about to build another tunnel at the base of their garbage pile. But they put a dead colleague in the shallow grave and buried him back up, after a short but tasteful service:
Now though, check out the grave site a week later:
What are they making? Some sort of fungus? Biological weapon?
Anyway, I'm just enjoying my kid's ant farm more than an adult should. Thanks goodness having children gives people a passable excuse to have ant farms, play with Legos, and watch stuff like Wall-E, right?