I was in the middle of my new workout routine, sweating buckets and feeling pretty accomplished when I noticed something unusual on the floor. At first, I thought it was just dust or debris from earlier, but as I squatted down to inspect, my stomach turned. Tiny bugs—smaller than any I’d ever seen, maybe 1:700 the size of anything normal—were crawling all over the floor. They looked like miniature ants, but even smaller and somehow more disgusting. There were so many of them, it was like the floor was alive. My immediate thought was, “What the hell is this infestation?!” I panicked, not kno...

I was in the middle of my new workout routine, sweating buckets and feeling pretty accomplished when I noticed something unusual on the floor. At first, I thought it was just dust or debris from earlier, but as I squatted down to inspect, my stomach turned. Tiny bugs—smaller than any I’d ever seen, maybe 1:700 the size of anything normal—were crawling all over the floor. They looked like miniature ants, but even smaller and somehow more disgusting. There were so many of them, it was like the floor was alive. My immediate thought was, “What the hell is this infestation?!” I panicked, not knowing what they were or where they’d come from. But my disgust outweighed my confusion, and I instinctively started stomping on them with my sweaty white socks, trying to crush the little horrors.

To my horror, they didn’t perish—not fully, anyway. They clung to the damp fabric of my socks, still wriggling as if mocking me. Grossed out beyond belief, I ripped off my socks, flinging them aside, and started using my bare feet instead, stomping and smearing as best I could. The bugs were so tiny and there were so many of them that it felt like a futile effort. The sensation of them sticking to the sweat on my feet sent shivers up my spine. I kept muttering, “Oh my God, this is disgusting. They’re so small! How can they even exist?!” But no matter how much I stomped, they wouldn’t go away, and the more I stepped, the more they seemed to spread. Finally, I gave up in frustration, darted to the cabinet to grab bug spray, and decided I was nuking the entire area. I was completely over it—tiny or not, these little fuckers were the most revolting thing I’d ever seen.

3rd pov.