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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 4:38 pm
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Today I was washing the dishes and I found a line of ants marching into the sink. They had seemingly found a bountiful harvest of crumbs and spaghetti sauce beneath my plates and silverware. I payed them no mind at first. Ants are slightly easier to wash off then the usual scum that resides on the plates and pans. But I slowly grew annoyed by them. I can't say why they got to me though. Perhaps it was their attitude; They only fled as far as they needed to before returning to their hunt. They had this amazing unexplained perseverance about them. Even when I washed them away with an ocean of searing water, that would claim dozens at a time, they would still come. Their hunt, it seemed, was much more imperative then their lives.
I Think it bothered me that they could continue to pester me when I could so easily destroy them. I was as an immortal before them, and yet they still lived on. That's probably why my effort compounded. As if my washing away their crops and boiling them when their only crime was life was not bad enough, I proceeded to spraying down the counter with what must have felt like acid to them. At first my wrath was tempered, and my only task was to wipe away the coffee stains on the edge; But again I spotted them, this time marching where the wall met the tiles. My malice was then rekindled. I was determined to discourage these pests. Orange liquid flooded the counter and after minutes every black dot that had previously plagued my home was still.
After I dried this flood, my chore was over. Finally, I could leave the kitchen and relax. Somewhere deep within me I felt a minuscule air of accomplishment. But then, I spotted him. Very near the end of the counter, fleeing with all the power it's little legs could muster, was an ant. It was the only survivor left. I reached over quickly with my index finger stretching after him. But Something stopped me, and my hand recoiled.
An instant before I could land that final blow, I imagined myself in the ant’s place. I began to think about how scary it must be to witness a titan's wrath and I became conscious of how capricious I must have appeared.
As bothered as I was by the onslaught of scavengers overrunning my neat little counter, I still needed to pity them. For, what hope do we have in this world if we, the most powerful and dangerous of beings, find it necessary to go around killing things just because we can?
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 5:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 5:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 5:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 3:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 3:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 2:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 4:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 4:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 6:48 pm
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KirbyVictorious I'm he-ere! And I'm never letting this one go. How could you kill ANTS? What did they ever do to you? I love ants. But I thought they couldn't drown... Oh yeah. HOT water. evil You are evil. -rawrz- (dashes ARE cooler) I have a pet mosquiot named Jose. I got beat up over him. Long story. But he died. gonk |
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