squish

I had an unusually glorious time killing numerous ants in my house this morning. And by numerous, I mean, hundreds. They were plotting and planning around the hearth of the fireplace, no doubt chased in by the monsoon we've been having over the past year weeks. There were too many and the task was overwhelming, so I did some plotting and planning of my own. I retrieved the pancake syrup from the pantry and poured 2 small puddles on the hearth. Soon, every ant in a 10 mile 3 foot radius was lapping it up. Squish.

I do not normally enjoy smooshing God's creatures.

I hope no one smooshes me.