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July 22, 2008


Peter Horne

Pity. I was so looking forward to your article on ant farming.
It would have been a trip down memory lane for me. I well remember the look of pride on my father's face when I lassoed my first ant. I was twenty-six at the time. It was my job, as a child, to look after the cockroaches we used to ride the range (my father's name for the window-box we kept at the thirteenth storey flat where we lived at the time).
Ah well. Maybe next time.

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