What if you were the size of a teeny tiny ant? What if you scurried in the grass while women frolicked above you, barefoot? You'd be scared to be stepped on, of course. But - if one of those unsuspecting women stepped on you, you'd be that much closer to getting a taste of their dirty feet, stained with berry juice and grass and god knows what else! What a predicament for a poor little any like you! And of course, no one would come to your aid. After all, you're just an ant - to be ignored, stepped on, and to savor the view of dirty soles slowly lowering down on you.