A GOD IS BORN!

At this time (roughly), on this day, back in 1982, my mother gave birth to The Antichrist. Then I was born, and I ate him. The world has trembled in fear of my magnificent glory ever since.

Ant-pocalypse

The space between my fridge & the sink has become an ant's version of a post-apocalyptic doom world, with orphaned ants crawling over the heaped corpses of their dead mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and millions of other relatives. They crawl, weeping or in shock, their little pathetic voices pleading for mommy and daddy until fresh salvos of death rain from the heavens, adding to the screaming nightmare of their tortured existence. All that's needed to complete the picture is ant-shaped Terminators wielding machine guns while strange metal craft hover overhead.

But seriously, it's fucking gross back there.