I made an exciting discovery the other day. There’s actually something like an ant farm you can buy to watch ants. Sounds boring to you? Trust me, I thought the same before I knew of this, but after I laid eyes on the “Ants Working Place” (yes, they use the literal translation for this, although they should’ve actually translated it into “ant factory”), I was captivated in no time. You see, their job is to dig tunnels into the pink jelly, and you’re supposed to be able to watch them do this. And, I mean, what is there more exciting than watching a couple of non-digging ants running all over the place, kissing each other (or was that biting?), eating up the sugar we fed them, and, well …, not digging holes? I was fascinated. But I also have a theory. After discovering that these ants were not in the least inclined to dig at all, and taking into consideration that these ants were plucked from a tree, I developed the theory that tree-inhabiting ants …