A tiny little fruit fly flying around and around my feet. Youre just annoying, too tiny for me to even care. I couldnt care less about you. The little fly decides to land on my toes a couple of times; I wiggle them and off it goes again. I try and step on it, but it manages to escape my big sole. Lucky little fucker. I rest my feet and, when it least expects, I squash it with my huge giantess foot.