Somewhere in this folded up piece of A4 paper, lies a brave soul who ventured too far from his beautiful home. I pay respects to all his beloved colony and hope that the piece of bread I threw out the window reaches them, and helps in some way, for future generations. R.I.P Antie. May you have a wonderful life frolicking around pieces of glorious food.
R.I.P antie. I found him on my windowsill, with a broken leg, so I took him on my hand, and checked around my room for any other ants. There was none, so I took some pictures, put a drop of ice water and placed it on his abdomen, hoping it would numb him before I squished him in some paper.
I don’t even know what kind of dog this is.. It’s like a shepherd cross hyena or some shit. I wonder if I’m high.. Fuck anatomy.
I’ve cried five times already this morning. The time spent crying altogether even surpassed when Marley died. D; UP YOU BITCH
