All girls are afraid of insects, especially the superhuman powers. Indeed, I am afraid of them now, and even the sight of them makes my hair stand on end, and I don't know what to do. But I wasn't like this when I was a kid. I remember living in my grandmother's house and on the first floor. It was a fun place to go out, but I didn't like to "play the princess" or "be a daughter" with girls, and boys didn't want to take my little daughter to fight. Helpless, I had to find a place to play by myself. I have been interested in ants since I was a child. There are several ant holes in front of my grandmother's house. I really don't know how I found those tiny ant holes, because I am always careless. So I often catch ants as toys. In fact, ants themselves are not fun, but as long as they play, ants will become unparalleled toys in the world. My game at that time was to open a fake charity "Ant Hospital", catch live ants and amputate them, then send "disabled ants" to a "ward" made of leaves, take care of them carefully, and when necessary, send them to an "emergency ward" to pretend to "rescue" them until they recover. Once, I raised a black ant. Because I couldn't find the "dismemberment tool", I was in a hurry to play, so I had to pick up a stone and throw it at the poor ant. When I moved the stone, the ant did not move. I said happily, "fracture, prepare for first aid." I scooped it up with leaves, but it did not move. When I threw it on the ground, it didn't move. I stared at it in disappointment, thinking it was dead. I feel sorry for my heavy hands. At this time, I was surprised to find that this ant actually stood up and could see how hard it was. It seems to do its best to stand up, fall down, stand up again and fall down again. After three or four cycles, finally, it dragged its scarred body and crawled hard. I was shocked. Now that I think about it, it is a desire for life that supports it, makes it stand up tenaciously, makes it crawl tenaciously, and makes it tenaciously live. From then on, I began to be afraid of the little ant, not because of its appearance, but because of its fear and awe of such life.