As you gobble up a mound of dirt, some of the ants follow with. You alert the entire colony as an entire system of fierce bugs begin to crawl onto your skin. They bite and scratch and pierce you with all of their collective might. You fall over. They keep going. You roll around. They do not seem to mind. Everything becomes blurry.

You really should have seen this coming. They were red ants after all. You know, the mean ones.

You choose to…

• …die.