A cat or dog of unknown origin is approaching quickly. You have been instructed not to pet it; these instructions have come from someone somewhere many years ago, and are just now resurfacing out of the recesses of your memory. As events over the course of this loaded one-or-two-minute moment unfold, the cat or dog produces out of its mouth not a full set of menacing teeth, but a single, living ant. And is this an offering, salutation, or insult. Or Christmas.