I killed an ant in my hall one day. It was one of those big ants where you can see the three parts of their body, all browny-black in colour. It was just walking along minding it's own business when I grabbed my shoe and smashed it to bits.

The next morning when I awoke I discovered about 50 of the same ants in my bathroom corner. They were all heading off in different directions and it made me think of an army. Maybe they were the search and rescue team looking for the ant who hadn't returned the night before.

The bathroom tiles were like a desert to them and they were combing it. They climbed the walls that were like cliffs and they searched the bathtub that was like a valley.

I wondered what they thought of humans. Were we their devil? All we seem to do is ruin their worlds. We build houses over their towns - one house over their whole village. Don't dare to enter our homes ants, or we will kill you - guaranteed.

I thought about all of this, about how horrible we are to ants and other small creatures, yet it didn't stop me getting the can of Mortein and killing the shit out of them. Why is this? They weren't harming me, so why did I kill them when I knew it was wrong?

I think that one day the ants and other small creatures of the world will get their own back on us humans. They will all join forces and over take the world. Maybe they are working on a new version of Mortein right this minute, a can of Mortein that instead of killing them kills humans, kills us so slowly and painfully. Or maybe it will happen like on that episode of Alf that scared me so much when I was little, the episode where a cockroach grows to enormous size after being sprayed with insect killer.

I know that one day the ants will get back at me for what I did, somehow.