It's more that I'm farsighted and can't see ants (not even with glasses, those ant nerds) unless they're the big fuckers. I have sat in so many ant trails because I could not see them.

One summer, during the week that you stay home alone when you're 14 as a rite of passage to prove that you won't die when left to your own devices, the ants attacked a cupboard that had no food (I thought). The cupboard with all the bowls and plates and cups and apparently ants that week. Well okay first they attacked the pantry. Then they attacked the bowls. Then they went after the sink and cleaning supplies. In retrospect I would not be surprised if my shitass brother mixed some bouillon in with the bleach.
I ended up having to clean the kitchen from top to bottom four days in a row. Including the fridge at one point, I was not leaving anything to chance after attack number 3. I wasn't going to cook and eat anything from a freshly poisoned kitchen, so I kept getting pizza instead of getting to try new recipes like I wanted.
I'm not sure it would be heaven without the opportunity to extinct me some ants. And then do it three or four more times to the same, reincarnated ants. I think my part of heaven is the baggage closet.

I think that's more a side effect of people largely not living an agrarian lifestyle anymore since folks literally did that for thousands of years. Though you often times did also just get s butcher for larger animals since they were professional and often did it in exchange for a share.

I can't legally keep my own chickens where I live, otherwise I would.

I had to put down my rabbit, I had to crush my pet spider under my heel. I sure as hell can take out a chicken that I've raised explicitly to be food, and if I can't... Well, my wife grew up on a micro farm, where they raised their own cows and chickens, she definitely can slaughter an animal and butcher a carcass.