I prayed Asr in the same park another day. A nice grassy area off to the side beneath a tree.

There were a buncha ants in the grass, but I didn't mind, and after praying I was just sort of chilling on the grass and was like "the ants are my friends" so I let them crawl all over me.

This goes back to the 8th grade when my friend Morgan Cisaer had a surgery, and while bedridden for over a week during his recovery, his room was invaded by ants. When i went to visit Morgan, he just lay there in his ant infested bed and said that they were his friends---I was very impressed.

Neways, the ants were cool until they got into my underwear.

I guess this has less to do with Islam and more just to do with me and ants