When I’m tempted to get upset about the ants that swarm the unwashed dishes in my sink, I try to remember that ants are just machines for turning debris into ant, and from there to spider, and thus to bird, and thus to cat, and I like cats.

I also try to remember to instead get upset at my housemates for never washing the goddamn dishes because even if they’re tired (and drunk) when they get off work and even if I’m around the house most of most days I pay as much rent as them and I’m not their fucking housewife.