Asexually

I spied an ant down by my feet, as I sat on the toilet, trying to push a tough one out. It was so hard that it hurt a bit, right before it hit the clean, pure, water that my dogs favor over the water that I put in their big bowl in the kitchen. I was thinking about what people on Facebook had said about whether it was a sin to kill an ant. When I saw that he was the only ant in the hood, I let the ant live; and hoped like Hell that he could not reproduce asexually.