“Holy shit, like, HOLY SHIT,” said your ant-like friend Anthony Flik, gnashing his mandibles and rubbing his arms over his enormous eyes in disbelief. “I have to tell everybody about this.”

“It’s over here, just follow my pheromones!” shouted Flik, leading a small army of his identical friends in a single file line toward the potato chip. “Quickly, before the birds and large insects come!”

At press time, Flik was rendered completely immobile by a single drop of water.