i wonder if anyone had the same experience as me

when i was around five years old
i loved watching ants
i sat outside and watched ants for hours

once i got older, like around six maybe, i liked squishing ants with my shoes
people who've tried before know how hard it is
so i kept trying

then one day i made a mistake of squishing a pile of ants with crocs in bare feet
and i got bitten by at least sixty different ants that day
and i had nightmares from that for weeks (i didn't remember but my mom told me i woke up screaming from ant nightmares)

then as i got older the curiosity grew, and so did the violence...
my dad taught me about the microscope-ant-burning thing and i tried that
then when we went to make barbeque and stuff when i was around eight i chased ants with a stick on fire BRUH
and then since i had interest in ants my mom boiled water and had me pour it on the anthouse because they kept coming into the house and eating our food and being annoying
i put ants in little swimming pools made of the tofu boxes and watched them swim because i was an idiot when i was nine and thought they were having fun

so yeah
i was a psychopath
i killed a bunch of ants

when i get older i hope i dont get punished for these kinds of stuff
you know for all your sins
i hope ant-bullying isn't a sin
because counting the number of ants i've harassed, i'd probably go to hell