You know what's funny. I was with a bunch of friends at one of my freind's ranch during a break at school. He grew up in this area - Middle of Nowhere, Colorado (not literally, the town was called Silt) but I mean as a kid who grew up in the suburbs outside of a major city, I always wondered driving through towns like that "what would it be like to live there?" Well I got some insight, but walking around we saw a lot of things that were seemingly abnormal to suburb/city kids, but perfectly normal to him. Recently killed animals (big dead deer all torn to shit by coyotes - so weird to inspect for me) and stuff like that. We came upon a giant ant hill. We were checkin it out watching all of the ants work and stuff. Then he was like "yeah you know I just like to destroy a little bit and see what they do to react". He kicked off a little of the mound, exposing a large hole. Instantly a thousand ants were working to repair the hill. He said there would be various ant hills on his long walk to his bus stop (school 45 minutes away) that he would keep tabs on throughout the week. I was jealous. We were also all on drugs when this happened, but I guess it's a little beside the point. I guess I'm trying to spare a little dignity for being jealous about an anthill.