by Floyd D. Anderson / July 30th, 2017 An enormous army of hungry red ants,marching in long lines from their mound,invade not-yet-in-bloom peony plantsto whose honey sweet nectar they are bound.Suddenly their mound comes under attackfrom ferocious–jumping, kicking, stomping–feet.Dirt, sticks and sand go flying with every whack.In no time the anthill’s annihilation is complete.“Well done, … Continue reading The Anthill and the Boy