Ant:
I am always willing to reward the risk taker ant. I will generally smash the black one carrying a fallen comrade back to be consumed, or the pest I can just barely feel tickling on my skin. Sometimes, however, I will find an ant riding my drapes as they blow in the breeze, hanging tight with all of his might. Not only would I feel guilty for slaying the fellow (Imagine surmounting Everest after weeks of arduous travel only to be swatted by the hand of Zeus) but they embody a spirit that I applaud. Be it a journey of hunger, conquest, merriment, straight up confusion, being lost, or whatever I think it is a cool idea. These ants are the Lewis and Clark of the insect world - please do not kill them.
