Sometimes I kill ants.
How then dare I ask my God
why innocents die?
I confess. If there's a lot of them, I might wash them away with water, or spray them with a pesticide, if they happen to be on "my" territory. Sometimes I'll just be sitting there, and one little ant will come trundling along, going about its own business, and I'll squash it with my finger. It's so easy. It's so insignificant.
They say God made us in His image. I hope He's nothing like us.