You know how sometimes you get caught up in your own little fantasy land? For me it is generally a chain reaction that ends up in this giant unrealistic story that I can fully visualise in my head. It may make more sense if I give you an example.
I was walking to work yesterday. It had been raining, and there was this little snail, scooting down the middle of the footpath. I got worried about him being stood on so I picked him up and put him in a nearby garden. While I carried on down the street I thought to myself, I wonder what that snail was thinking of me. He was probably freaking out that there was this giant alien creature that had these wierd limbs that were going to crush his little shell house and then he would have no where to live, and if he survived this interaction with the gangly, wierd limbed creature, but he had no house then all the other snails would laugh at him and call him names. They might call him worm features (because without a shell house he would look like a fat, short worm), or slimey no house. All this was going through Mr Aro Street Snails brain while I bent down to pick him up, but really I just wanted to save him from being worm feature, slimey no house. I showed Mr Aro Street Snail that weird limbed, giant creatures can be nice sometimes.
Then I came across these little people that live on a footpath somewhere in the world. They have a whole lot more to be scared of than we do. Bees to them would be the size of a horse to us. Imagine the sting from a horse sized bee! Ouch.
The plus side to being so little could be that a puddle to us would be a lake to them, so there would be tonnes of places to go for a holiday after a rainy day, and if you needed shelter you could just pop inside a coke can and you would have plenty of room.
Check out what else the little people get up to at thelittlepeople project.
