"Are you kidding me? An ant farm?" I cried in disbelief.

"It's really cool Vern. Look they dig through this transparent gel material which is also the food.
and there is this led light that shines inside and illuminates the whole thing. The ants aren't here yet. We
had them sent here to your parents house and they should be here tomorrow." My brother in law explained.

"Dude, I didn't hear a word you just said.
The only thing running through my head right now is...
'Blah blah blah blah blah blah.. OH MY GOD THE ANTS GOT OUT!'"

"Calm down Vern. They won't get out. This lid closes real tight
but you can open it to pull out the dead ants..."

"Dead ants? They aren't dead, they are just faking it so they can ESCAPE!
So, you bought ants? Why not use the ones outside? Do you know how many freaking
ants our dad killed this summer? The house was infested."

"Vern, you have to order the ants. They are a special kind"

"What? Are they trained or something? Genetically modified?
And what about that 'gel' they eat. Who tells them they can eat the gel?
Do they have a committee?"
'Okay guys, listen up. We're starving. There is no food in this plastic hell we live in.
Someone will have to try eating this blue mushy dirt. It smells like food but it's not like any
food we've ever seen. Anyone willing to give it a try?'

"I just hope they aren't frozen in the mail somewhere."

"That's what you're worried about? This is only going to end one way. Ants EVERYWHERE.
Mark my words."