(Don't even question why I like an ant, okay?)

You were the ant bully who'd always kick the ant hill or pour water on it because you didn't think that ants have feelings. One night you were sleeping and then you suddenly woke up as small as in ant...you slipped of you bed and slides down your blanket into your bag of chips...you climbed out of the bag and walked around your room until an ant came up to you and said "You there, come with us." To which you did.