Unable to understand what possessed you to sit on the perfectly peaceful anthill, you stand up from your sitting and look at the destruction you have caused to a group of innocent creatures.
You sat on their home. They are rushing to rebuild it. You can see their panic as they scramble to rebuild their only protection from the elements and from other things sitting on them.
You reach a paw down to try to help, but you only further the damage. The base of the hill collapses, and more ants come rushing out. It is a horrible sight to behold. Nothing makes sense. Why did you do this?
Everything is terrible.
That is good.