In all their glory.
If I ever had any hope of being reincarnated as a human again they have officially been DEVASTATED by existing in a communal kitchen. I have become a regular mass-murderer. And I can't say I feel all that bad about it (except when I pretend that I'm a Buddhist and then imagine what kind of low-life I'll be in the next life). I mean, do ants really count anyway? Even if we're talking plastic bags full of paper towels crawling in little black creatures slowly suffocating....mmm...the thought is somewhat satisfying. For these little guys everyday will always be The Great Ant Massacre so long as I have anything to do with it. I just can't abide the endless streams of them attacking dishes, compost, leftovers, etc. They must go. I must say, however, that I wouldn't mind sharing the load sometime. I mean, what's the fun in being condemned to another rotation on the wheel of life as a lesser life form incapable of reaching nirvana if you can't share the experience with your friends?
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