As I was cooking dinner the boys were huddled in the corner heads together. They weren't fighting for a change so I thought I should leave things well enough alone. A few minutes later I wondered if I should have investigated the situation just a little sooner as a bit of conversation drifted my way.
"Just eat it, it tastes like sweet milk.""You should kill it first.""Yeah! Kill it so it doesn't wiggle around when you eat it.""I always kill them, I like my termites dead."