Sadism
When I was younger...
I lie, I would probably still do it now.
Anyway. I bear no ill-will towards flying ants - you know, that special breed of ants that sprout wings and descend in teeming droves upon any source of light; the type that are summoned from the edifices of hell after a heavy rain.
But you can hardly blame me for finding amusement in their stupidity. Here is an age-old trade secret. Place large basin of water, one, in middle of floor. Place candle, one, in middle of basin. Extinguish all other sources of light, and watch ensuing fun.
(Said ants shall flock to the candle like bees to overripe flowers. Said ants shall alight around the candle. Said ants shall drown. Said sadistic girl, Rachel, shall be highly amused).
I think I am a really bad person.
(But they are really, really annoying. Really.)