That's exactly what James Lileks has:

The [ant] colony continues its descent. The population was ten a week ago; now it’s eight. When I checked they were all clumped together in a town meeting, batting antennae. STATUS: NO THREAT STATUS: NO THREAT STATUS: NO THREAT I gave them some water and sugar, which caused great rejoicing. Gives them something to do. It’s rather creepy how the dead ant-parts are filed off in the spiral staircases and heaped in piles behind the painted barn. It’s a Junior Graveyard Kit, really. No one cares about it anymore; Gnat’s more interested in exterior ants, the Death Farm gives my wife the willies, but I feed them and give them water. I’m waiting for the day when there’s one ant left. I’m going to give him a tablespoon of sugar and put it out in the far reaches of the backyard. Other ants will be drawn to the scent, and batter the walls to no effect. All the other ants will want to enter his prison. He will believe he is the most fortunate ant on the planet, and he will die happy. Lucky me. Lucky, lucky me.

AI ought to investigate Lilek's Gulag.

Yes, he does. And I for one am grateful.

A very strange mind, indeed.

But what's it say about some of us who seem to be thinking the same way as him on a frequent basis? Can't say I've necessarily ever had schadenfreude over an ant farm, or a desire to do the things he described, but I find that he's thinking about the same oddball things that I do, with frightening regularity (TiVo for radio, cataloging music, etc). Maybe I should get myself checked before I get too far along in my Lileksism...

maybe I'm not a healthy person when I don't get any satisfaction over torturing animals. So many seem to.

That's nice, but there's no ant torture going on. Yes, they're dying off, but ants aren't imortal.