Ants! And Lazy Decisions

Ants accumulated by my back door. What was I supposed to do? Throw them a picnic? I sprayed them with glass cleaner.

The way they scurried, soaked in burning poison, filled me with REAL REGRET.

I’m flawed. It was rash in retrospect.

A giant foot could fall from the sky and stomp a mud hole on me and all of the karma in the universe would be restored.

Beware of the lazy decision-- it could come back like a pack of hell-bent ghost-ants to haunt you.