Psychological Warfare

My hands warm the glass jar, and it's contents. My eyes pierce over the formica counter top. Although, my mind is unstable with the emotional backlash of this deed that lingers. Premonition tells me , when young parents perceive the contents. They'll shutter to raise their children in such a hostile environment. I mean, what responsible doctrine would encourage cannibalism? What kind of message is that sending to the offspring.

When they pack their belongings and head out to their next destination; I must remind myself to be solemn in my delight. I crack the jar open. Then over a clean space, I gently distribute the chocolate covered ants.

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