penurious

sometimes i can be so demanding.
wait.
who am i kidding.
ALL the time i'm pretty demanding.
of my students, my friends, everyone...

hm.

i killed an ant this evening. its been in the throes of death all over my living room for the past hour. and still thrashing.
its one of those large black carpenter ants that somehow had the fortitude and misfortune to sneak into my house around the door frame. i swatted it back to the door and then i sprayed the doorway... but it was still near the door - so it got caught.

i'm not sure if i feel more guilty about the lengthy death throes or if i would feel more guity if i had just stomped on it.

either way, i wouldnt want to trade places!