You were born as a Tiny, and lived the past few years in a kind young woman's garden. You've fed off corn, carrots, spinach, berries, and occasionally some seeds. Life was simple, and it was great.

The giantess would come into her garden as usual, and water her plants and crops. She wore her usual dirty pink flip-flops, and stood on her toes to reach a taller potted plant. It looked comfy and warm, so you hopped on without giving it much thought.

Her steps were hard, and you stuck to her sole like a bug. She walked back into her house, tossed her footwear aside, and sat in her chair. She noticed you stuck to her sole, and inspected you.

"Is that a bug...?"