As he is such a small boy, Cheeko takes delight in things that are smaller then himself. He's quite fond of Chiuauas, which he calls Chiwow-wows. He watches owners walking their rat dogs with great admiration.
He's also very fond of ants. He is exceedingly anamored with them. He makes them homes, transports them from here to there, bottles them, finds them food, and attempts to bring them into the house. I draw the line at ants in the house. This saddens Cheeko who doesn't understand at all why we aren't as fascinated with his little friends as he is. He'll pop outside from time to time to check on them.
For Christmas this last year my mom bought Cheeko one of those gel ant farms. He could hardly wait for Spring to come so he could go collect several. He liked it pretty well and the rest of us were fascinated by the tunnels they dug but Cheeko is also very fond of dirt and the whole shebang just wasn't dusty enough to suit his tastes. So back out to the dirt he went to commune with the insects.
Today Tiki found Cheeko outside crying over his ant pile. He asked him what was wrong. "I'm sad betause I tilled my ants." No he didn't plow them under, he killed them. He can't even tell us why he did it, he just did.
I'm not sure what this means for his ant farming future. Will he give them up all together? Was it just an experiment? Will the price of ants go up due to a lack of product? Will the ant queen retaliate?
I think I'd better get out my heavy duty cayenne pepper and sprinkle a defense line around the house. |
And poor Cheeko... has he seen the movie The Ant Bully? Just wondering...
So how did he kill the ants? Because I could use some ant killing around here... they drive me nutso!