I occasionally embark on ant-killing sprees. I only do it when they cross the line (and into my fruit juice or my bowl of cereal). Then they have to pay. The methods of killing shall not be mentioned; I don't want to turn this post into a PG-13 one. Ha.
The thing is, if I see a solitary ant and I make up my mind not to kill it but somehow accidentally kill it (eg: drowning an ant while washing my hands in the sink), I feel very bad. I feel like a murderer in fact.
Ant genocides, no problem though.
My brother's friend Arjun, shares the same hobby of killing ants. Only his methods are astronomically worse.
This is Arjun on the moon.
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