(written December 14, 2009)
I think that when ants die, they go to the warrior heaven, Valhalla, and steal food from the gods.
I watched an ant stealing a shred of cheese which was about eight times its size.
I admired its strength, daring and tenacity.
As I killed it, I wished it a good journey and good hunting in Valhalla.
Perhaps there is cheese there.
It only seemed right, to send it off with a warrior’s honor for its warrior life and warrior’s death.