When I was in second or third grade, the neighbor boys wouldn't stop squishing ants needlessly (we were outside). This went on for weeks and I hated it. I tried to reason with them, I begged, I pleaded, I probably cried; nothing I could say or do would stop the senseless massacre. Finally, at a total loss for what else to do to get them to stop, I solemnly told them that even ants were God's creatures and that killing them when they were causing them no harm was murder in God's eyes and that they would go to hell. Of course, I believed none of this myself, but that sure as shit stopped them. :)
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29/11/10 06:31 (UTC)When I was in second or third grade, the neighbor boys wouldn't stop squishing ants needlessly (we were outside). This went on for weeks and I hated it. I tried to reason with them, I begged, I pleaded, I probably cried; nothing I could say or do would stop the senseless massacre. Finally, at a total loss for what else to do to get them to stop, I solemnly told them that even ants were God's creatures and that killing them when they were causing them no harm was murder in God's eyes and that they would go to hell. Of course, I believed none of this myself, but that sure as shit stopped them. :)