You go to your miniture closet and drag a large rusty shovel out of your apartment. You also the box of ant bodies you scooped in earlier. You are walking down your apartment stairs when you come across a construction man who is sitting on a step. He is facing the declination of the stairs and has not seen you yet. A sinister thought suddenly invades your mind making you think if your ant friends would appreciate your efforts more if you had a sacrafice for them.
You stand momentarily with the massive shovel in your hand deciding if you should let the thought pass.