Our playroom has been infiltrated by ants. Today I set out a bit of poison (agave nectar in lieu of honey laced with boric acid). Eamon and Aine were intrigued by it. They noticed that a LOT of ants were attracted to the bait. Suddenly Aine spoke up:
A: But, wait, the ants will take the poison to the queen and she will die.
H: Yes, she will die and the colony will die. It should et rid of the ants.
A: But if she dies, herbabies will be lonely.
A: We can't kill her. Her babies will die. Stop!
That is the hope.