I did a dreadful thing the other day. I know it was dreadful, as I’m still thinking about it, but in the words of all those who plead innocence, I didn’t mean it. Honest!
What happened was, as I was approaching the roundabout leading into Brighton, I noticed what looked like a wasp land on the windscreen. In a kneejerk reaction I switched on the wipers (just to nudge the pesky thing on it’s merry little way, you understand) when I realised, too late, that it was one of those big flying ants. So, I switched off the wipers and as it crawled along, thought, phew, that’s all right then, and then I saw that the bottom half had been severed off….ugh.
I’m driving along again now, at a snail’s pace, obviously (we’re talking about entering Brighton on a sunny weekend here) and it’s there, right in my eyeline, flapping its wings trying to take off, but still crawling along somehow too, not limping or anything, as if it’s not even aware that it’s lost the lower half of its body. Maybe an ant doesn’t even need that part, I thought…yeah,that’s it, it’ll be okay, it’ll fly, it’ll be all right, I’ve not done anything wrong, it’s probably even more mobile now, with less weight to lug along. Yeah. But it’s still circling the windscreen, decreasing circles now. Come on, fly, you, you, thing.
But it didn’t fly, it just kind of wandered out of sight and I never saw it again.
I’d like to think, since it couldn’t see the damage done to it, it never felt it and that ignorance really is bliss, and if it died, it died happy, or at least ignorant.
Still, and I know there are more important things to worry over in this life, it wasn’t pleasant.
Sorry, angel ant. I hope there’s an ant afterlife.