“What happened?” I asked, accustomed to the nightmares of this sensitive child of mine.
“I swung my arm and it flew off me.” He shuddered.
A couple of years earlier, my son had declared he wants to be a scientist and travel the world to study animals. I would have to appeal to his love of creatures and seize this as a teaching moment. “Well, Keid, you know that if it was a queen ant that surprised you tonight, you are in no danger. She was probably dealing with the business of her colony and used your arm as a shortcut to get where she needed to go. She won’t hurt you and will be too busy to bother you again.”
It could only be the Queen of All Ants that had so mysteriously and resolutely disturbed my son (and therefore me) the previous night. She marched across my kitchen floor like a woman who belonged there. Like a woman with a mission.