When we were camping last weekend, I found S perched on top of a red ant hill, chattering away and talking with the ants. I got her off quickly and brushed all the ants off, counting ourselves lucky that none had bitten her yet.
She was indignant about the whole thing, and didn't understand why I was telling her to stay away from the pretty red ants. Then, unfortunately, she understood. I missed an ant, and it started biting her. She was screaming and crying from the pain. We killed the mean old ant, even though I don't generally kill bugs (unless they are black widows).
She was so shocked and confused. I had no idea why.
Then, this morning, she was watching Ni Hao, Kai Lan. It's a show about a cute little Chinese girl. Many of the episodes feature the ants. The ants on the show are very kind, and more than excited for Kai Lan and pals to play with them and help them out.
That explains that then. Poor kid. Learning that reality isn't like tv in that way. At least she was only attacked by one ant than a whole colony, eh?