I really hate ants. They are one of the most sickening creatures on earth.

I used to keep getting very warm welcomes from these hideous creatures everyday I come home for school for lunch in the past. They appear with their whole colony of extended family. You cannot imagine how honoured I feel to be received by their extreme hospitality. It is a pity I have never seen the queen in action before. Or i would pass out in gratitude at such a great red carpet moment.

I remember feeling so supremely swelling with hounour while bowing my fingers at them, and watching the phenomenon of flattened bodies after each mighty bow.The feeling is exhiliarating.

I think they eventually got quite afraid of my excessive bowing and decided to stay away for awhile. I hope the queen comes soon. I can't wait to lay the red carpet on her and see her flattened body.

Now for some serious reflection. I really feel guilty sometimes for wiping out so many ants. But I can't help it. I hate it that I have to share my food with them. Who knows what filthy things their 6 feet stepped on before they come trip-trapping on my food. its just pure gross-ness. my disgust far outweighs the pity i feel for them. Funny how the more i type, the less guilty i feel. Now I can continue killing themwith relish and not think too much.

Perhaps if there is a religion for ants, the ant gods will want to reincarnate me into one of them. so I may know the pain of having one's life pinched out in a flash.