Disney Movies are NOT Real

I have always been a sympathetic soul. Ever since I can remember I have always been worried about other peoples feelings and wanting everyone to be happy. Is this good? I guess so. The one problem that I can think of, and maybe it is somewhat a mental problem, is that it goes as far as me feeling bad for non-human things. Heck forget non-human, it goes as far as inanimate objects. I remember when I was younger (ok it was last year) driving past a Christmas Tree lot on Christmas Eve night and thinking "Oh those poor trees. They must feel so sad that nobody wanted to buy them. I hope they don't think they aren't pretty"

Who do I blame this psycho-babble on? Disney movies. I love a good ole Disney flick as much as the next gal but really, talking animals, talking TREES, they take everyday things and creatures and anamorphise them to the point that I believe that the friendly bird that pooped on my car was really just having a bad day and couldn't quite hold it in and is off to grab some cleaning supplies from Snow White and will be back in a jiff. Not so. Really it's just a stupid bird who pooped on my car. End of story.

Why this trying to convince myself that animals and such do NOT have human feelings? Well if you know me you know that I haaaaaaate creepy crawly things. Spiders, grass hoppers, earwigs, and ants. But mix this with my weirdo mentality and I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. See, I don't want them near me, but heaven forbid that we kill them. Maybe they are a lost princess spider who was separated from her one true love spider and if I happen to squish it then they can never be together. Or maybe they'll pull out a wallet insert with pictures of their 4000 children who are counting on them to come home. To make things worse I just saw "How to Train Your Dragon" the other night and that didn't help anything.

Well right now we happen to have an infestation of ants in my new beautiful home. They have been here off and on since we moved in and at first I was like so torn because they make me want to squirm but at the same time I can't just kill them. That would be...Heartless. But friends, no more Mrs Nice Me. I am so sick of them. I have been vacuuming, sweeping and spraying those stupid ants to smithereens. We were even given these little poison things that the ants get on them and take back to the queen. bwah ha ha ha. Because the reality is folks, Disney movies are not real.