I killed an ant.

It was dwelling around in my living room while I was watching TV. I had noticed it before, as it was considerably larger than your typical ant. Tried several times, with no success, to get it to move up to something I would use to take it outside, where its world was. All the attempts failed, like it didn't want to go anywhere except my living room.

Half an hour later, after losing track of it, I move my foot and hear a gentle crack sound. I look down, and there it was. Struggling, with half of its body dead already, I see the ant I tried to rescue. I spent the next 2 minutes fighting in my mind the fight between life and death, morality and immorality, good and evil, fate. I ended its suffering, as I felt it was the right thing to do.

Isn't it funny how sometimes it seems that everything happens because it was supposed to happen that way, at that time, and in that place?

I killed an ant today.