The Best "Ant-ser"

   Even though we only have half a patrol so far, we're organizing our first expedition. Calling it the Ant World Expedition. Not that I care that much (Buddy and I never named any of our expeditions before) but C. and S. are insisting on it. Long as we get out there and do it, is what I say.

   There's been a lot of changes around here since the girls joined up (especially on the observation post). Which doesn't matter to me that much, either (not yet, it doesn't). Because it's all stuff I never really thought about. The important thing is to document the ants out here in our piece of the wilderness. Right?

   So, then we had this big discussion on how to find them. I mean, in ant terms, this place is bigger than the moon. Heavily wooded, too. So, they could be anywhere. Could take hours to find some. I said we just have to slog around in the brush -- even crawl around in the dirt if we have to -- until we find a trail of them going somewhere. Ants are always going somewhere. Like, let's get to it, already.

   That's when Buddy (who hadn't said much of anything, so far) tossed his half-ate granola bar over the rail -- our observation post is about fifteen feet up in a tree -- and piped in with, "I say we let them come to us and then follow them home."

   Is that guy brilliant, or what?

   I'll let you know how it goes.
   W.K.

P.S. ...And if you think ants are boring, head on over to the Wilderness Kids Club Magazine and read Part 2 of The Ant Boy. Oh, yeah, and don't forget to enter the Mystery Guest Contest, if you think you know who he is, now.