Hide in the hollow tree trunk

Thinking fast, you swam dive into the hollowed-out trunk lying on the forest floor. It´s the only hiding spot you can see.

The coarse bark presses against your skin as you squeeze inside the former tree, barely able to fit in. You wriggle like a worm until you are sure that every part of your body, from your toes to your head, is inside the trunk.

Yes! You are hidden! You try to pump your hand to celebrate but are unable to do so. Your arms are pressed together in the tight space. Huh, you can´t move them very much, or the rest of your body for that matter. How are you going to get out? Well, that´s a problem for future you, the one that isn´t chased by a maniac.

Speaking of, you look outside your hiding hole and see a couple of feet moving about. You hold your breath; the woman is searching for you! Like a cornered rat, you eye your pursuer with fear. She moves all around the meadow, giving you quite the eyeful of her toned buttocks and the unkempt black bush that resides where her legs meet.

She is relentless, but you can see that she is beginning to lose heart. You soon lose sight of her and breathe in relief, for about half a second. A heavy weight pushes you down, the woman, she sat on the log! Does she know you are there?

“Fucking bitch. What I´m going to do now?” You hear a high pitch whine come from the woman. “I can´t exactly walk back to my dorm like this ...what if I make something to wear with these leaves?”

“Not as easy as it seems,” you think to yourself. You hold your breath and steady your body. As long as you don´t make a sound and remain very still, you will be in the clear.

Another moment passes… You feel it; around your leg, in the base of your feet, your stomach. Tiny legs, skittering about your skin. Oh no. Oh hell no!

Bugs! Moving, wriggling, and “Aaaaaah!” You can´t help but yell. You twist and shake your body in a visceral and primal reaction, there must be a whole hive of …something on the log! “Ohmygoshgethemoffme!”

Truth be told, there is no hive, there isn´t even more than one bug. When you dove into the log, you woke up its lone resident, a very curious millipede that decided to take a look at his newest neighbor.

In any event, you keep trashing and screaming. You have to get out of the log! “Help!” you yell. A cute, round face peers down into the trunk to answer your prayers. She has short black hair and a smug grin.

“Hiya, how ya doing? Mind if I take this back?” She points towards the swimsuit tangled on your fingers.