dead ant, dead ant...
ants really challenge my respect for ecosystems. specifically, the ants that are in my fucking kitchen, reproducing faster than we can squish them and building immunity to every kind of ant trap poison ever concocted. they're invincible.

it's probably amusing for erik to see his vegetarian pacifist wife (hee!) saying "die, muthafuckas" as she drowns entire ant families in seventh generation non-toxic kitchen cleaner, or squishes the stray, lost ants with the corner of a tree-free paper towel.
nay, it would be amusing for him if we hadn't been battling the ant colony upon which our house was built for the last ten months. seriously. we were killing ants the day we moved in.

i understand the role they play in the greater ecosystem. but that ecosystem is OUTDOORS. you can feast on that worm carcass on the pathway all you want, but just stay the hell out of the kitchen.