My granddaughter — she’s a very kind-hearted girl, still is, but when she was about three, they were having, for some reason, an infestation of black — big black ants in their house.
And — so I was over there for supper one evening, and these ants kept showing up. You know, there’d be one on the floor, there’d be one on the counter, there’d be one on — climbing up the table leg. You know, they were just — they were just being pesty. And so I would kill them.
And she was very upset that I was killing these ants. And finally, I said to her, “This is our house. This is — this is your house.” I said, “You don’t want to share your house with ants.” I said, “Ants have their house. They do not want to share their house with you.”
And after that, it seemed like it was okay. At least she didn’t horribly object to me killing ants, or her parents killing ants. And by the next year, when it was time for ants again, they didn’t have such a big infestation, but she had gotten over the, the theory that it’s — you can’t kill ants.
So yeah. Very kind. Loves all wildlife. And that’s wonderful, but I draw the line at sharing my house with ants.