THE FUSE

When I was around eight years old, I had an ant farm that I kept in my room. Unlike standard ant farms, where ants could burrow into layers of dirt and hide from whatever wide-eyed child had put them there, mine was filled with a transparent blue gel that served as both the material the ants dug through and the food they ate. Best of all, the gel let me keep tabs on my ants wherever they went, no matter how far they tunneled.