Your wife Stacy came from home from yoga after a long day of work. Her boss has been on her case lately, her coworkers are either useless or creeps. Yoga wasn't much help either. The old lady who used to lead yoga retired, and some hot young stud was in charge. Stacy didn't mind... until he tried putting the moves on her, which led to her socking the young man in the face and storming out.

She went into the house and kicked her shoes and peeled her socks off, letting her bare feet get some air. She spotted you on the floor. You, her tiny ant-sized husband who always was there to brighten her day with jokes or compliments. Not today though.

She plopped on the couch, put up her feet on the coffee table and tried to relax. Then you scurried up to her, trying to make her feel better. While she appreciated the gesture, right now was NOT the time for your affection. But you wouldn't stop, and she snapped.

"JEEZ SHUT UP! If you love me so much how about you be my little stress ball!?" Before you could say anything, she picked you up and dropped you on the floor. Then she stood up... and stepped on you, squishing you and rolling you under her sole like a stress ball. This was the consequence of annoying her.