Maybe to that women ants were what crows are to you, Charles. Only you don't have a stick big enough.

At least she didn't have a gun.

I can't imagine what your posts will be like when you're 80.

I think I like it better when you write about socialism, Charles - and I don't really care all that much for that.

You people are crazy. This is a great story.

Maybe the old womans actions were the result of generations of human culture viewing nature as a threat to our way of life, and cultural training that these life forms that serve no purpose to our way of life should be killed at every opportunity. Especially in regards to anything that may or may not bite us. I don't think ant bites are that common though.

As for our shrinking brains, how do brains of those in the industrialized world compare to people living more natural lifestyles? How about brain shrinkage in other species?

My brother-in-law recently stomped a slug on our doorstep, apparently to entertain us. We are both vegetarians. He is a douchebag.

You should see what she does to the kids who walk on her lawn. (Mom? Is that you?)

So...if age is this womans reason for a 'soft brain,' what's yours Mudede?

Little kids kill ants.

Maybe she was just a mean lady, even when she was young.

@3 -- Zing!

Which would explain why the Greatest Generation votes Republican.

(If not, why Gen X does, too.)

And as I boarded the bus, this giant consumptive phallic proxy, as related to the penis as Wittgenstein's tractus could ever aspire to be, I could spare but a moment to consider the great heaving bossom of the driver and ponder that they, too, would some day meet the inevitable fate of us all.

It's amazing how something as "mindless" as an ant can do something so profound as to show us who we are. Who that old lady is and who we are, the observers. All life is scared. Not because of its utilitarian value; it's scared because it shows us who we really are. For better or worse. When I was 6 or 7 I killed a lizard in a garbage can. The world continued on after that event but it shook me later. I cried for a day when I was a kid thinking back about what I had done. Since then I always tried to never kill anything if there's an alternative. That ant didn't die in vain if it allows us to decide if we want to choose to be like that old lady or something else.

Don't ever change, Charles. <3 This was definitely one of your more enjoyable posts.