25.

Jimmy loved watching fire ants scavenge and march at the base of his driveway. Their prescriptive, chemical lives pleased some deep, orderly part of him — he couldn’t articulate this comfort at his young age, but knew he loved the warmth — the destiny — they inspired. One late summer’s day, a rogue chain of insects hitched off its tracks, regrouped in the dirt, and shaped the words “SAVE US” in living letters. Being 3, Jimmy couldn’t read, and so the prescient colony tasted oblivion in the bristles of an overnight street sweeper.

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