Diane Bree
I still think of Todd and his wacky yet caring ways. I had only two years on this earth knowing him, yet he is unforgettable. Todd often helped me with projects at my house, in exchange for a few beers, laughs, and a few bucks. One day, he offered to help me with my windows and I said "sure". Little did we know, there was an ant colony taking up residence in the family room window frame! We both jumped when the humongous swarm came out. But then, Todd turned it into a hilarious time. We grabbed RAID and the hose and acted like superheros taking on the ant villains. I was a bit embarrassed, but it became our fun joke! Every now and then, Todd would text me photos of ants and artwork from a campy movies called "Attack of the Ants", "Them", and "Battle of the Ants". (He sure enjoyed movies.) Anyway, it was a day we would both never forget, in spite of the thousands of ants. Now, I can say "good times". And I'm glad Todd was friend enough to come around and have some adventures.
