...feeling them go splat under your soles, much like the insects they are, which is a rather fitting end for them.

It is most fun watching them run away and sometimes when bored, it is amusing to knock them down and see their fearful gazes as you slowly lower your foot, only to raise it once, and repeat never letting them know just when you decide to end it.

There was something arousing, showing the little things just how powerless they were and most of the time they found their end along with your orgasm, assisted by your mate or your own fingers.

With those thoughts your mind brings you back to the previous day as your stock finally dwindled away.