Arthropodicide
One day I was lounging and sipping my Cappuccino as two young children waited for their mother. A boy and younger girl, maybe 6 or so. We were outside on the front porch of the coffee shop. An ant scurried past them, catching the attention of the young man. He stomped upon the ant, he might have seemed a bit frightened by the creature he towered over. The ant was wounded by the impact of the sneaker stomp, and flailed wildly.
I don't remember what happened next. I'm pretty sure the ant did not retaliate against the mountain that stepped on him. No sneakers were shredded; another blow or two, at least one from an apprehensive sister who also appeared to fear the ant.
Ants are tough, so the ant did not meet his death swiftly, but lived until another feeble stomp finally did him in. I guess he exited the great stage of life to the ant afterlife, where he would presumably live on a neverending sugarcube and be greeted by a harem of ant virgins (ant hell), or if he was a good ant, a harem of ant porno queens (ant heaven).
I'm not sure why I'm affected by this. I've crushed many arthropods in my lifetime. I'm quick and merciful to be sure, but still kill them when I deem necessary. I considered the ants life precious, but did nothing to defend it. I seem conflicted by the maliciousness of seeming innocent children, and wonder if this is some reflection of their parents. Are they treacherous people? Are they so afraid they need to kill everything that threatens them? Is it better to be a killer who heals than a healer who kills?
I don't remember what happened next. I'm pretty sure the ant did not retaliate against the mountain that stepped on him. No sneakers were shredded; another blow or two, at least one from an apprehensive sister who also appeared to fear the ant.
Ants are tough, so the ant did not meet his death swiftly, but lived until another feeble stomp finally did him in. I guess he exited the great stage of life to the ant afterlife, where he would presumably live on a neverending sugarcube and be greeted by a harem of ant virgins (ant hell), or if he was a good ant, a harem of ant porno queens (ant heaven).
I'm not sure why I'm affected by this. I've crushed many arthropods in my lifetime. I'm quick and merciful to be sure, but still kill them when I deem necessary. I considered the ants life precious, but did nothing to defend it. I seem conflicted by the maliciousness of seeming innocent children, and wonder if this is some reflection of their parents. Are they treacherous people? Are they so afraid they need to kill everything that threatens them? Is it better to be a killer who heals than a healer who kills?
posted by Tom Demko at
8:17 PM
3 Comments:
"aNthropo" means men, humans, as in anthropology. ANthropoid are apelike or human like. As you seem educated, I am concluding that it is a Freudian slip and that you want to kill the little humans. You mentioned you have crushed many anthropods in your life - that would be murder. Stick to killing aRthropods, arthro- means jointed. So stick to killing jointed legs creatures.
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Anonymous, at 6:34 PM
While the implications of this behavior are debatable, no one can argue over the cause: violent video games.
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Colby, at 9:13 PM
Thanks for the correction.
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Tom Demko, at 10:43 PM
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