Every ant farm story I have heard ends with, "And the ants were crawling all over the floor." This includes my personal ant farm story. When I was a kid, one of my classmates brought his ant farm to school one day for show and tell.
All of us in the class thought the case and the ants were so cool. Today, I can't understand why I was so taken with those ants. I had seen plenty of ants and I never had any affection for them until that day in class.
I went home and begged my mother and father to take me to buy an ant farm. They eventually gave in and we ordered one through the mail. I never told them, but by the time the glass case arrived I was long past wanting those ants. When the package arrived I didn't even know what it was.
When the case fell off the table and broke after a few months, I was so happy. I no longer had to pretend that I loved my ant farm. To this day, whenever my mother sees an ant in the house she says it's a descendant of the ants from my ant farm