dostoyevsky: when i was a kid, ants plagued our house one rainy day.

dostoyevsky: my mother got so pissed she collected the ants and fried them instead of dinner while laughing and saying, "HAHAHA ANTS! OH, HOW FUN IT IS TO FRY THESE STUPID ANTS!"

dostoyevsky: *sips tea*

dostoyevsky's therapist:

dostoyevsky's therapist: and that's why you fried her the next morning?

dostoyevsky: *nods* guess what, mother knows best.