"Picnic Problems"

"Trip...an insect is stealing our picnic," Hoshi said.

Basking in the alien sunshine that warmed his bones, Trip waved a hand at her and didn't open his eyes. "Well, I don't begrudge an ant some of Chef's excellent brisket, do you?"

"Normally, I wouldn't. But we might want to do /b."

Trip yawned, breathing in the floral-scented air as he opened his eyes. "Hoshi, what are you talking ab--"

The "ant" was royal blue, with too many hairy legs for Trip to count. It was also five feet tall and carrying the entire picnic basket in its mouth.

"Aaaaahhhh!"