When I find them in the bathroom or the kitchen, I might wash them
down the drain. If I was an ant, I can only imagine the terror of one
second everything being fine and the next, I am cold, underwater and
being sucked down into a dark hole that I cannot escape out of.
Imagine this hole as a place where another world exists. It is almost
another dimension. If you're big enough, you're fine; you don't go
down the hole. If you are small, you can and there's no way out. Sort
of like as if a black hole existed on earth. One second you're fine,
the next, you're being sucked into something you can't escape and
that will kill you.
Horrific.
And I see few alternatives. I do escort some of them outside but I
can't do that for all of them. I just have to be hard-hearted or more
apt, cold-blooded and murder them. Not something I like to do.
I kill animals inadvertently all the time. We all do. (Very small
ones. None too big, thank you....) When you walk on the grass you
kill some bugs. Driving, you see bugs splattered on your windshield.
I have avoided killing larger animals. I don't like knowingly killing
anything that I can avoid killing.
This is one of the prices we pay for modern life. We live. They die.
Don't think about it. Move on... Still, I feel a little pain in my
heart every time I do it. I am aware of it. I have to get to the
point, as I know I will, that I don't feel bad about it. That's the
same as knowing that people are dying but not doing anything about
it. A rationalization. It's what made it possible for people to do
nothing while the Nazi's killed the Jews, albeit on a lessor scale.
It's ok to kill ants. It's not ok to kill people. Or, it's ok to kill
ants and it's ok to kill people. We do make these distinctions. The
ants lose. (And too many people die before the killing is stopped.)
