100 Word Feature
Childish Cravings
I bought a house for my pet ant. It had pink plastic walls and furniture glued to the floor. A kitchen with a dimpled sink. Painted yellow daisies on the backsplash. I loved watching my ant crawl up the stairs to its bedroom, then crawl back down in search of food. The fridge was full of crushed leaves and ripe berries, but the ant ignored it all, so I offered my pet ant another dead ant I found in my cupboard. I watched as my ant devoured its cousin, limb by limb, thorax, antennae. I learned about hunger that day.