Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Grassbag full of ants.

Whenever I mow the lawn, I always make sure to stop the mower on anthills and leave it running on top of them for a good 30 seconds so I can mulch up as many of those little bastards as possible.

And yet, whenever I see a single ant crawling across the carpet, I’m reluctant to kill it and rarely ever do.

It’s funny how I find joy in genocide and am yet dismayed with committing the occasional single little murder.

I guess that makes me more like Hitler than O.J. Simpson.

I’d prefer to be like neither.