a tiny little thought.

tiny little ants. all over my kitchen counter. i inspect. grab tissue. squish. throw out. and forget. every time i go to the kitchen i do this. without even thinking. except one day, sometime last week, i inspected. i grabbed the tissue, but i didn't squish. for some reason a ton of thoughts flooded my mind. the most significant of them was: "what did this ant ever do to deserve such a terrible squishing?" so i took the tissue and brought the ant outside. i used this tissue, something that had been used in the past to kill, to save this tiny little ant. this tiny little life.