His Micro Affair, My Macro Revenge

My husband, Ethan, recently became obsessed with miniature landscapes. He set up a massive ecosystem tank in our master bedroom and strictly forbade me from touching it.

One night, getting up to use the restroom, I thought I heard faint panting coming from the tank.

As I leaned closer, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed in my mind, followed by a torrent of frantic messages:

[OMG, Aurora still thinks he's raising ants in there.]

[Ethan got a shrinking potion just to get off with Chloe by Aurora's bed. So wild!]