You hurl you fur and your everything else into the river and begin thrashing throughout the water, hoping the thrashing and the water and the everything about the current situation will either scare away or drown the ants.
You do this for awhile.
When you stop, the burning has ceased. The pinching has halted. It is quiet. And you are very soggy.
The deer across the river makes a disgusting hacking sound at you with its tremendously terrible throat. You feel embarrassed and relieved and angry and disgusted all at once.
You climb out of the river and wander back to your cave, ashamed of everything that has happened today.
You choose to…