The sight of flying ants has always intrigued me. Every year, I look forward to this phenomena.Memories of childhood now flood my mind. As a youngster, I used to play with ants, so it wasn't surprising when my first "pet" became an ant found on a walk with my mom.
This poor, helpless, captive creature was brought to our apartment in Long Island. At my mother's request, it was p
laced out through a window onto the fire escape while I took my bath. Later, when I couldn't find it, I was heartbroken. My mother reasoned with my four year old mind that it's mother must have called it back home for dinner. That was enough convincing for me! --LKR
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