(Disclaimer: This may not be funny or even witty, but I was just feeling silly.)
I was happily sitting on my couch munching potato chips in front of the TV when I felt a sharp prick on my forearm. I look down, and there was a tiny red ant with his little pincers angrily pinching a mere bit of my flesh. What the hell was this little ant so angry about? Was I sitting in its place? Was it because I moved my arm too much?
*smack* It fell to the floor, dead.
Lesson for future bad tempered ants: Don't bite the ground you stand on, or something might just come down from the sky and kill you.