Owen wanted an Ant Farm for his birthday. Jeremy's parents lovingly obliged--the problem was the company wouldn't send out ants during the summer, because it was too hot for them to survive in the mail. So last week they finally arrived. . . Owen tells:
When we first fed them one of the ants was on the top and tried to escape. Funny huh?
I have a Life and Times of the Ant book and it tells me about all the different kinds of ants. My ants have little beards. Cool huh?
***Editor/transcribers notes: I am just glad that of the whole experience Owen wasn't traumatized by the three (3) different times when I let out involuntary screams while trying to get the ants in the farm and keep them from escaping. Apparently they weren't even memorable enough to add in here, so all's well.