A large red ant was crawling along the toilet seat. I swept it into the bowl.
Then I felt a pang of regret: how awful to drown in someone's piss (fragrant as it may be) and that final cruel flush, oh!
Empathy was a painful, if short-lived, experience.
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I am not usually a cruel person. However, I enjoy a distinct sense of satisfaction in serving mosquitoes death. Pleasure is mixed with revulsion in the case of cockroaches.
Thus, my idea for living room display:
Gather several mosquitoes against a small, white canvas. Smack them against it.
Frame the finished canvas in smooth-grain dark wood.
Imagine the texture of their bodies, splattered little red dots of black and red in a single, traceable trail.
How the public would stir ... is it existentialist, conceptual, abstract, spiritual or nihilistic?
Insect rights activists would roar.
As they argue furiously, I will sit back quietly on the sofa with a smile.