2/8/18

 I was a cruel ten year old and here is why: When Adam was about five or so I decided (for a reason unbeknownst to even myself) to tell him that ants were only dangerous in the night. If they could smell your feet they would all get together and eat each foot down to the bone. Boy oh boy this freaked the poor kid out. For the next three or four years he refused to go to bed without socks on (and was deathly afraid of ants). Finally my mom asked him why and he just looked at her incredulously and proceeded to explain that it was obviously so that the ants wouldn’t smell his feet and then eat them. My mom pretty much lost it. She asked him why in the world he would ever think that and he told her I had told him that. Needless to say, I got in pretty big trouble for managing to psychologically torture my little brother for four years straight with just one brief story.