I just had an experience with this ant. He was trapped on a piece of sticky paper, and after a large amount of effort between him and I, he was extracted. Heartbreakingly, he was left mortally wounded. I laid him down in he grass, and as I watched him twitch, I found myself at a crossroads. Should I ‘take him out of his misery’ and end him, or leave it to fate? Is it better to live and suffer or to die? A difficult choice. We made eye contact throughout the ordeal, and I could tell he trusted me in the end… Well, as much as an ant can trust. I went upstairs to ask my father about when he brought my old dog to be put to sleep. He gave me an unsatisfactory answer; he does not have the ability to be deep, to see things beyond actions. Anyway, as I was leaving, he posed me an opportunity I did not think of. He said if I want to be the one to make the decision for Brett and go with him then I could. God that could’ve been so philosophical if he had a single philosophical bone in his body… Anyway. So he asked me if I wanted to, and I was immediately compelled to say yes, and so accepted the offer. For truth, for understanding, for Brett… I will be the angel of death. I am filled with sadness.