I was "that kid" with insects in jars (I had a very nice weevil for about a year when I was the age my kid is now).
Always interested in ants but my parents never let me imprison any.
A few years ago I saw an Ants Australia video thanks to a FB add or something and was very intrigued, because this was not the "ant farm" of cliche.
But I had a toddler, and 3000 cats, and fish, and birds, and… I really couldn't justify obtaining more dependent lifeforms.
A few years passed, and the kid was 6 and in grade 1, and… at her school, the early years teachers give their class a name, like "turtle class" or "butterfly class" instead of being "room 6" or "Ms Smith's class", yes? And my kid was put in… drumroll please… ant class.
The teacher choses ants for her theme because she can use it to structure age appropriate conversations about working together, etc.
Me? I was, like… <rubs hands, cackling> "can I get the classroom an ant colony???"
That was the beginning of last year.
I bought an Iridomyrmex bicknelli queen and workers, but the workers all wedged themselves in the pits of the ytong nest and died
So I was sent my Aphaenogaster chaos queen + founding workers as a replacement — although they were pretty well behaved in the classroom.
That pretty rapidly turned into more ants at home, because of course it did, and now ant class is over they're all at home.
Ants! Ants! And they're all mine!
<runs off cackling maniacally>
Edited by justanotheramy, March 5 2020 - 3:53 AM.