Molehills; Mountains; Making Of; Puking on Them

We are all familiar with the expression "Making mountains out of molehills." It is appropriately used in situations wherein one has, in an attempt to rid one's backyard of common pests, accidentally overestimated the amount of tunnel filling material necessary to complete the job and, as a result, accidentally dropped roughly 10^17 tons of granite on top of your house.

However, I want to introduce a new expression, "Puking on an anthill." In the excellent comedic motion picture, Tommy Boy, at one point, David Spade's character pukes on an anthill. "Cool," he explains, "I think they're pissed off." You don't say, Mr. Spade, you don't say.

In essence, as a matter of unintentional bodily function, Mr. Spade's character unintentionally destroyed an entire civilization in a gruesome, horrific fashion, more than likely killing tens of thousands in a single plop. I find this situation analogous to when the Earth lets off a little steam, or has a tummy-ache, and then an entire city is subsumed by a maelstrom of weather induced chaos. I think the earth cares about as much as Mr. Spade cared about that anthill. "Whoa... neat... they are totally pissed off." Thanks, Earth. At least you find it amusing.*

Therefore, the phrase be coined thusly, to "Puke on an anthill" is to unintentionally and completely destroy something of no actual personal value to your self, tremendous importance to someone/thing you could not care less about, and mild amusement at the reaction.

"Dude, last night Jack totally puked on the anthill. He fucking burned down that asshole Tom's dad's house when he was doing flaming shots while performing a handstand on the dining room table."

"Sweet."

* The flipside of this would be equally funny, that is, if the earth existed in constant sorrowful frustration at the fact its bodily functions routinely killed millions. Imagine if every time you hiccuped there was a holocaust. A similar story is that of a math teach of mine, who's college roommate -- at our old alma matter, in fact -- freshmen year found a litter of kittens which he adopted and lived in his dorm room. He loved those kittens and, systematically, by accident, over the course of the year, killed them all, one by one. Doing things like slamming his sock drawer shut. Or watching helplessly as they leapt off the balcony while chasing a bird. Schadenfreude.