“I think if I were an ant construction worker, I’d want to be in charge. I would kind of want to be the foreman who sat around the ant construction site telling everyone what to do. “Keep up the good work” I would shout to my ant brothers as I chomped a granule of sugar. “Stop slacking off, Bernie! We have a schedule to keep. Hundreds of ants are supposed to move into this anthill by the end of the day, so let’s pick up the pace” I then promised myself I’d never kick over and anthill again. Ants worked hard, and it wasn’t fair when a giant like me knocked down their entire civilization with one sweep of my foot. That was bully stuff”