It's also a story about a five-year-old and her Daddy.
When I was a little kid, I had a bike and a sister and a doll with eyes that closed and a bus to ride to school and parents who loved me. Life was easy and joyful.
And then one day, our home was invaded by interlopers.
Carpenter ants marched along the fence in the yard and slipped inside the house.
They skittered across the wall in my room.
They marched past as my sister brush her teeth before bed.
My parents decided that they needed to rid our happy home of these awful things.
My Dad was the bravest Daddy in the world.
Terrified by the thought of my father battling giant ants, I did what any thinking, rational five-year-old would do.
My Daddy was brave and strong. But he was still a man. And how could a man win against a giant ant?
My Dad survived.
The ants did not.