A childhood belief about creepy crawlies

The Ant News....."Today in Little Hill Suburbia, 1,795 ants were crushed to their deaths by an unidentified, white object that repeatedly fell from the sky and slammed into the busy downtown area killing 1,795 ants and critically injuring hundreds more. Oh wait, this just in - it appears to be the foot of some colossal creature! Troops were sent in to gang up on it and sting it but they too were laid to waist...." When I was about 4, 5 and 6 years old I would watch nature very closely. I soon discovered that ants were an incredible component of nature because of their strength, numbers, and group effort. I hated them because to me they seemed to capitalize on tragedy, they were ruthlessly mean and incredibly self centered. I came to this conclusion after seeing a group of ants gang up on a half dead horse fly. When the fly was dead they went and told all their greedy friends who came back to the fly, crawled up under it and began carrying it off. I could just imagine the chanting song they must have been singing while carrying the fly to their ant lair - exactly like the flying monkeys in The Wizard of OZ. After that I slaughtered as many ants as I could find. I'd put off coming in for dinner for an hour in order to kill all the ants within my sight. I then imagined my gigantic image being broadcast all over the six o'clock ant news.