by Regis Boff
I spent hours chasing ants on my hands and knees, trying to burn them with a large magnifying glass angled to the summer sun’s rays. I had built fires this way in Boy Scouts. I used twigs, not ants, for th
The ants often adopted a “clump together” stratagem in their insect terror, which was a bad move.
In retrospect, there is cruelty in children that blends agreeably with innocence.