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added Yesterday A BM Anthro Insect

I'll never forget it -- the screams of doomed humans as the shadow of the giant's foot loomed above them, the crunching of bone and splattering of blood accompanying each terrible tremble of earth, the lonely gurgles of dying victims left behind by the swarm.

My name was Richard, but I'm not sure that matters any longer. All I know is if things ever get back to normal, I'll never have the heart to exterminate an anthill or a bee hive ever again. Well, maybe not. Maybe I'll be so desperate for revenge that I'll destroy every bug on earth!

One second, I was strolling to my mailbox, and the next second, I was sprawled out on a vast plain of pavement with a gargantuan ant, fly, and cricket towering over me. All around me were horrifically deformed humans sprawled out as I was, scrambling to get away as they began their onslaught. At first, I thought we were being attacked by giants, and then I realized we were all tiny for some reason! It was like the worst nightmare ever, but somehow I knew it was real, and my life depended on getting away.

Most of us didn't make it. Well, I think it was most of us. I never did look back to check. Maybe I should feel guilty about that. But I think everyone would have died if anyone had stayed behind. The memories are fresh in my mind as my horizontal body glides over hot asphalt as blindingly fast as the legs underneath it can enable.

Every limb aches. The end of the hardtop is approaching. The stalks of well cut grass beyond it are taller than trees from my perspective. The deafening booms of stomping flip flops are getting farther away and fewer between. The distant voices laugh and say something about posting online. They say they're going inside. I can't hear anyone small and human like me. I realize I'm alone. The noise of giant footsteps fades, and I realize I am safe. Well, safer than I was at first.

I finally stop and take deep breaths. At the edge of the lawn, I feel as though I am at the edge of a forest. I'm small. But I'm not a gooey mess stuck to the bottom of a shoe. My tiny heart races inside my shrunken chest. I want to reach out and touch something, maybe lean on some grass or just run a hand down my body to check that I am really uninjured. But I can only hover here, parallel to the ground beneath me, balanced delicately on spindly limbs. I can no longer feel fingers. Whatever I am now, it isn't meant for grasping things or walking upright. but it's almost built well enough for running from giants.

I look down under myself at the thing I've become. Neither human nor bug, more like a human remodeled to more closely resemble a bug. My chest and belly look normal enough. My guts are presumably still in there at least, still together for now and precariously suspended like the rest of me. My long arms and legs are planted firmly on the ground, but there aren't really an arms, just legs. There's some kind of foot-like structure at the ends but nothing really well-defined. Certainly not human hands. And I don't have just the four legs, no, I've most definitely got six! Just like all those other poor people I was stampeding with. Or just like an pest. At first I was shocked, but now I'm grateful. It took all six of these things, working together at full throttle, to save my life, or what's left of it. I try to remember which of my six legs is my new pair, but I'm already starting to forget what having four limbs felt like. I've sure had enough practice on these things to last a lifetime.

A six-legged human-bug like myself emerges from the grass and motions his forelimbs at me. I can't quite tell what he wants. He can't seem to talk well, and neither can I. But then I pick up a scent from him. Some sort of chemical signal like an ant might send. I realize he wants me to follow him. It smells like we're going to ... safety? Queen. We're going to meet his Queen. He has a, a safe zone, his group of humans has control of, if we just follow the scent trail back there. As I follow this man, and the scent of his fellow human-ants, I see a mound of dirt piled high inside the grass. And I see other creatures like us coming in and out of it.


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