I found a dead moth in the kitchen and brought it to my room, planning to bury it in the morning. As I slept, ants nibbled away at the moth. The ones that were still there when I woke up were squished as I reclaimed what remained of the moth. Now it's in the garden, resting under a tiny tombstone... and I dislike ants.
I've had an urge to express the mundane events and activities I've involved myself in lately. :|
