When I was a little girl, I would spend minutes on end watching hard-working ants in their element. More specifically, I’d watch fire ants go in and out of their expertly-designed colonies and nests in my family’s or neighbors’ backyard. I was merely in awe of how ants walked back and forth, what seemed like aimlessly, to and from a hole somewhere in soil. But what I was more fascinated by was how even after chasing them, I’d still lose track of where they went, where they were going to or coming from. Their hideout must’ve been an infinite tunnel to the bottom of the earth, I thought. One hundred…