stigzy
TS Member
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- Maverick CP
I'm almost certain that if I were the size of them and just merrily waltzed into their home they wouldn't think twice about using me in their weird bdsm games before dishing me up to the queen for pudding, tbh what species wouldn't?! I really dislike killing things, but they won't leave my swanky kitchen alone and they have taken my obsessive compulsive disorder with bleach and cleaning to the extreme. Just the other day a friend said to me "your knuckles look chapped". As a metro sexual 21st century male who strives to have sumptuous soft knuckles, you could imagine how disgusted I was . If I could round them up, hold their hands and lead each and every one of them to a new suitable home I would, but given that I don't want to come across as being an antophile and I'm 5 foot 11 inches tall that is realistically unfeasible.
So I hold my chapped knuckerly hands up and admit, I killed Anthony, Andrew, Agnetha, Apithany & Aisha (token black ants), André, Andrew 2 and many more ants who's names clearly begin with an 'A'. I wish not to divulge how I killed them here, that is not important. What's important is, they invaded my clean kitchen and I sobbingly squished them, bleached them and on one occasion trapped one in a steaming hot pan lid. Earlier I went rummaging through my junk draw for some batteries ( also contains other useful boyish items like a slingshot and a helicopter ) and found a magnifying glass. At that moment I started self justifying why I needed to kill ants with a magnifying glass. So now, not only do I feel vile because of my chapped knuckles but also because the ants are turning me into some sort of asphyxiating tyrant who gets off on 'offing' ants.
I feel like they are now the victim and it got me thinking, are they? Have they been the victim all along, (it's been going on for a few months). Is it morally wrong for me, (an intelligent species) to kill the ants who are doing nothing more than doing what they are destined to do? Is it my fault they are in my kitchen? What is the right thing to do?
So I hold my chapped knuckerly hands up and admit, I killed Anthony, Andrew, Agnetha, Apithany & Aisha (token black ants), André, Andrew 2 and many more ants who's names clearly begin with an 'A'. I wish not to divulge how I killed them here, that is not important. What's important is, they invaded my clean kitchen and I sobbingly squished them, bleached them and on one occasion trapped one in a steaming hot pan lid. Earlier I went rummaging through my junk draw for some batteries ( also contains other useful boyish items like a slingshot and a helicopter ) and found a magnifying glass. At that moment I started self justifying why I needed to kill ants with a magnifying glass. So now, not only do I feel vile because of my chapped knuckles but also because the ants are turning me into some sort of asphyxiating tyrant who gets off on 'offing' ants.
I feel like they are now the victim and it got me thinking, are they? Have they been the victim all along, (it's been going on for a few months). Is it morally wrong for me, (an intelligent species) to kill the ants who are doing nothing more than doing what they are destined to do? Is it my fault they are in my kitchen? What is the right thing to do?