This strikes me as a little odd.
No matter how hard I try to hide under the thoughts I have during my twenty four hour solitary confinement, I am still upset, and it is still obscenely obvious.
Ants. Ants, ants, ants. I was not going to kill them because I still believe that killing is, in most cases, wrong, but they are infecting my room like a plague.
Disease.
I'm sorry, ants.
If it's any consolation, though, I think you're fascinating. Every time I kill one of you, more flock to try to feed off of your remains. Ants are cannibals.
You remind me of people.