Just put out a quick couple of posts to let you know I was still alive… here is another look at the stuff that has kept us busy… cool ant bed huh? Mom saved it (ie, didn’t kill the ants) until the boys got to see it. And my hubby now knows where I get it from. 
I remember in my youth getting the hose and drowning out anthills, then getting a magnifying glass to fry the survivors. Yeah, I was sometimes a rotten kid.
Rotten kid? Dave, I think boys LOVE to do that!
When I was a lad I started me an ‘ant farm’. I had an old 10 gallon glass aquarium and I filled it with dirt and dug up a red ant hill hoping to get the queen..I reckon I did or else a worker any morphed into a queen. I had the top covers where the ants could not get out and spent many pleasurable hours watching the ants try to dig out of that glass. When I tired of them I pour a gallon of gasoline into it and did the world a favor…