One time at Village Hardware I got ant poison, regular rat and mouse traps, and flypaper. When I put all this on the counter I said, "Now I am become Death, Destroyer of Worlds." Rick said, "Huh? Oh."
Here, from an Alex Bosworth story where he mentions a persistent line of ants in the shower-bath:
>Sometimes, when I was taking a shower, I'd play God with the ants. If I decided to be a wrathful, vindictive God, the ants would get blasted with torrents of hot water, washing them helplessly down the drain and into oblivion. If, on the other hand, I chose to be a loving, benevolent God, a dry washcloth would gently sweep them up onto the safety of the window ledge.
>I once asked my roommate if he ever played this game. "No," he said. "I just take my shower as if the ants weren't there. Some of them get washed away and some survive. But I never intentionally kill or save any of them. /That's/ playing God."
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and it's next to the aile of life.
One time at Village Hardware I got ant poison, regular rat and mouse traps, and flypaper. When I put all this on the counter I said, "Now I am become Death, Destroyer of Worlds." Rick said, "Huh? Oh."
Here, from an Alex Bosworth story where he mentions a persistent line of ants in the shower-bath:
>Sometimes, when I was taking a shower, I'd play God with the ants. If I decided to be a wrathful, vindictive God, the ants would get blasted with torrents of hot water, washing them helplessly down the drain and into oblivion. If, on the other hand, I chose to be a loving, benevolent God, a dry washcloth would gently sweep them up onto the safety of the window ledge.
>I once asked my roommate if he ever played this game. "No," he said. "I just take my shower as if the ants weren't there. Some of them get washed away and some survive. But I never intentionally kill or save any of them. /That's/ playing God."
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