The llama household has been invaded. It began yesterday with one or two, and today our opponents are even greater in number. We haven’t been taken over, not yet, but they’re trying. The ants have arrived.
I usually squish them as soon as I see them, but this morning, Twin B. informed me that my strategy seems like a bad idea. “I just don’t feel good about this,” he told me. “If we kill them, won’t their mothers be worried when they don’t come home?”
I don’t know much about ants and their family associations, but he does have a point. My tender hearted son proceeded to “rescue” as many ants as he could find. He walked around with a cup and a piece of paper, and carried them out to the backyard one by one. “There you go little fellow! Go and find your family!”
I won’t tell him what his dad wants to do to the chipmunks that are burrowing in our yard.