When I was a young teen, freshly discovering the Joys of Puberty, I had an Ant Farm.
(Early Puberty does strange things to Not quite still Boys, but not quite Yet Men.)
Not one of those green and clear plastic toy ant farms.
Oh, Hell No. This was hand-crafted and from fine pine two-by-fours. Two panes of 3/8” plate glass measuring thirty by twenty-four inches seated in the painstakingly mitered channels of the wood sandwiched the heavy Plaster of Paris block inside. In which I had meticulously carved all the ant-sized tunnels and oval shaped ‘ante-rooms’ for the ants to place the larvae and store the rations for a winter that would never come.
For these were domesticated ants—house ants, if you will—I had willed them such. These tunnels and carved out spaces were painstakingly coated with clean sand using a strong, but non-toxic well-cured epoxy.
It seems I had always been fascinated by ‘every creeping thing… and whatsoever creepeth upon the earth, after their kinds…’ And ants were always at the top of my ‘Creepeth Hit Parade.’ Once I had my initial stock, I spent many a happy hour studying their daily perambulations. I loved them dearly.
“Yes Elizabeth, ‘tis a strange one, this boy…”
Mind gone
No talent!
Thank you friend. Tis an oldie. Since I am stuck for a post today, I am gonna repost it, just to keep the fires burning. Not many have seen this one.
Your kind comment validates my desire to repost.
I thank you for that.
Awesome post!
Will do! Have fun exploring…don’t leave any ants behind 😀
Thank you for the kind words. Ya know, there are lots more ants in the world than humans. 🙂
I’m not really crazy. It’s just a Monday Thing.
I look forward to exploring your blog some more.
Have a great day and please come back soon.
I love that you rewrite Biblical verse. ” ‘every creeping thing… and whatsoever creepeth upon the earth, after their kinds…’ ” – That was a fantastic line. I’m not a huge fan of ants, but I don’t have a burn-them-all mantra about them either. Great work.