The migration from travel tube to farm was truly treacherous. Many ants dashed for freedom during the golden window of opportunity, and three managed to escape. I had no choice but to end them. As of right now, there are 12 healthy, peppy ants in the ant farm. They haven't started digging yet, they are just playing with their butts and rolling around. I hope they begin building tunnels soon, and to accelerate the process, I've poked a hole in their gooey home. I've named one Carlos. Carlos is feisty.
The beginning of a long journey.
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