No, I do not love an ant, because to me an ant is a stranger. If an ant walked onto my computer table and just stared at me for long enough, I might get use to him. If one day the little bugger collected enough pieces of crumbs to spell out:
"Your cool, want to be friends?"
I would feel warm and fuzzy inside and become friends with the ant. I would not hurt it, and I would probably give it crumbs of food everyday to eat.
One day I was feeling pretty bad. I was down in the dumps about something I do not remember at the moment. I was sitting in my chair when all of a sudden my cat Jack jumped onto my lab, rubbed my stomach, then laid in my lap and started purring. My day no longer sucked, and I will never forget that moment.
Now, what has a stranger ever done for me? How do I know the stranger isn't a serial killer? I know nothing of the nature of the stranger, but I know my cats, and I would save my cats before I saved a stranger, unless the stranger was a child. I have a hang up about not wanting bad things to happen to children. That is my soft spot so to speak.
This thread was supposed to be fun and goofy, and Dero decided to be a douche nozzle for whatever reason. Who knows?
But, I know that I don't like being called "sick motherfucker" for having an opinion. So, fuck him. Let him leave.