Ants. I have ants in my kitchen.
I try to let them live, the ants, but somewhere along their path, they dispose of their obligations to themselves.
They infiltrate my water purifier - and my kettle.
It’s like the water of self-destruction plays a siren song too hypnotic for them to resist.
So they don’t.
And even though I’ve done my best to spare their lives, there they are, or their little black corpses at least, floating in my coffee – white with one.