It's terrible, I know, but there was this swarm of ants. Right next to my newly planted mint for some reason. And, well, they keep getting into the house. Which is fine, except for when it's just too much, which sometimes it is. So I boiled some water.
And then they were dead.
And my justification for this heartlessness is that it's better that I kill in this totally natural way than if my landlord comes and sprays, which he might because he's like that. And we were a little bit fascinated, I'll admit, by watching to see if they were really dead. It's sick. I know. Forgive me and my possibly lame and decidedly non-Buddhist rationalizations.