Swept Away

Ants would always crawl through the bathroom of my old apartment. This perplexed me because there was no food to be had in the bathroom (uh, GROSS). Actually, it's very likely that we bathed in large Petri dish. I would unleash the shower head and spray the ants to oblivion, amused at the panic that ensued. An every-ant-for-himself brought out a survival mentality, abandoning their single-file line for a mad dash to the crack in our wall. I would of course spray this crack as if it was a 3-alarm fire, trapping the troop in their doom. Eventually, a droplet would catch each ant and end their misery. And as I lather and rinsed (never repeated), I watched their procession into the drain. Their resignation was a quick and painless death, the stillness as they were swept into the drain.