You were passing through a strange forest, when you stumbled upon an odd configuration of logs, vines, rope, and... is that a mitten?

Upon further inspection... it's not just a tree trunk.

"We are Trunk!! How dare you disturb us, human!"

Trunk stomped its wooden feet in petulant frustration. After a moment it abruptly stopped, the two pairs of eyes visible in the hole of the hollow log beginning to analyze you suspiciously.

"Say... How many ants have you squashed, in total?"

The ant continued to eye you as it awaited an answer. It was starting to become evident that if you admitted to crushing one-too-many ants, you would be the one being crushed.