Everyday I spend an hour just killing flies. It does cut down on how many are annoying me and helps my anger issues. When I see an ant carrying off one of their bodies though I flick it across the room and tell it “Show some freaking respect for the dead. I hate you just as much but ive gotta limit my time spent on rage killing and you dont choose to hang out on poop.”
A tree-hugging hippy I am not. The tree I live under is covered in thorns im constantly stepping on so if it needs affection it can ask an ant or go fuck itself. Ya, I might be spending a little too much time by myself.