In an old forest log we spotted a crumb with legs… and it turned out to be a tardigrade with a bib and that “tonight we eat BIG” stare.

We go, “Why are you standing there all stiff, you tiny legend?” And it goes, “Waiting for my mortadella sarnie.” We say, “Mate, for you that’s like us trying to eat a whole airplane.” And it goes, “So what? I’m a tardigrade, not a tardi-coward.” We offer, “Want us to cut it into nano-slices?” And it’s like, “Nah, nah… you lot chill, I’ll smash this in half a day.”

Magikito moral: never underestimate the teeny-tiny… sometimes what it lacks in size, it makes up for with an appetite that leaves you fully shook.