On Not Thinking #farts
Buggeration, I just found an ant on the kitchen worksurface, I squished it and then put some powder down to kill the rest of the blighters.
And then I thought: I was committing mass murder.
My brother used to cry when he trod on an ant, he probably still does. Poor ants, what have they ever done to me? They work hard, cleaning up all the flies I’ve killed.
Oh no, poor flies! I don’t want to think about it!
Steve: Yeah bab, a lot of problems can be solved by not thinking.