The Tiny Intruder

"Mommy! Mommy! They're everywhere!" little Antoinette screamed.

"They aren't EVERYWHERE," her mother laughed, "I only see one, and it's not going to do anything to you. We're much bigger than those little pests now."

"But I'm scared, mommy!" Antoinette cried.

"Alright. If it's that bad, you can just squash it," her mother suggested.

"Squash it?" Antoinette repeated in surprise.

"Of course," her mother smiled, "It's quite easy to do. Just place your foot over the little bug and press down hard."

At the sound of this, the tiny intruder scurried off into a corner, fearing for its life. It heard Antoinete's sniffles as she quieted down to concentrate on the premeditated murder. The ground shook as she inched closer and closer to it. It tried to stand still, MAYBE she wouldn't see it? Of course, she would still see it.

As she walked over, its life began flashing before its eyes; its friends, its mate, its children- everything. Why had it even decided to come here? I guess at the time it thought the payoff was worth risking life for. After all, it needed to provide for its family.

It backed up until it couldn't go any further. Antoinette was now towering over it. She was smiling, it was sure. She raised her leg and came down upon it with a "HUMPH!"

"I did it, mommy! I did it! I kilt it!" Antoinette shouted as she pattered all six of her legs, shaking the entire chamber.

And, lying there squashed, life slipping away, the scientist knew how all the bugs he had smashed before must have felt.

"What fitting revenge," his last words were, "being smashed to death by an ant."