Ant flicking

A few days ago, the beautiful weather had this magnetic attraction that pulled me outdoors. I took some work with me to the riverfront park, and I found a quiet spot on the ampitheather stage to do said work. At one point in my reading, a large ant came strolling towards me. Not wanting to be explored by the six-legger, I gave him a convincing flick with my index finger that sent him tumbling a couple yards from me. The trauma I inflicted changed his stroll to a panicked, zig-zagged run. Somehow this amused me. Unfortunately for the ant, his escape route went near me, so I flicked him again. He rolled, righted himself, and tried to evade me. Intoxicated with power, I flicked him a third time. Fortunately for the ant, he ran the opposite direction this time and vanished across the concrete. At that moment, I had a sobering thought: I'm glad I'm not God.