A Pretty Messed-Up Narrative

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this thing though Im not sure if its a narrative.. and I can't think of any other topics... so yeah.. I'm not eveil :'(

Submitted: June 11, 2012

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A Pretty Messed-Up Narrative

I have been a curious child. We have all been curious children. Unlike most kids, I used to spend my Saturday mornings soaking ants on bleach, watching them twitch until that final quiver, wondering if they all curl up naturally in the end. They all do, or at least they all did, in my experience. I know that it’s very cruel of me to do so, but hey, we have an abundance of ants in our backyard. We want to kill them anyways; I’m just helping in accomplishing that desire, and adding some entertainment for myself as well.

My room’s bigger-than-a-door window is facing right out to the backyard, where our helpers would be chatting and singing in off-tune notes every morning. This is my alarm clock. I would get up and eat breakfast (with rice, of course, like every Filipino meal should be), and go to the back to proceed with my little amusement. We always have a bunch of chemicals hanging around, but my favorite is bleach; its slimy and strong, kills the ant fast enough to stop myself from feeling guilty, but not too fast so as to kill it instantly and I wouldn’t get to see the action.

I would get a bottle of bleach and a wide jar cap such as those from peanut containers by Kirkland which I love so much, and fill it mostly with bleach and a bit of water, just so my nose wouldn’t cringe when I smell it. The next part is the hardest, getting those ants alive. I usually use a piece of tingting which is a common material for brooms in the Philippines. The ants would simply walk over the thin piece of wood and I would lift it from the surface and go to my killing machine. As I said, they would twitch in spasm until they can take no more of the painful bleach and just give a final quiver of the legs, curling up in the end. Sometimes I’ll take two ants, and if I added too much water, it would take WAYYY longer for them to die... and they usually somehow manage to find each other and be there in mutual sympathy of their struggle. Many times, when I have so many ants floating around, dead, the next live ant would climb their comrades to help them survive, and these dead allies would serve their purpose to defend the survival of antkind. I find this so sweet that I sometimes let the live ant continue on with her ant life, though I usually just poke them down so they both end up dead.


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