Foolish Move

You've been stuck in here for days, deprived from food or rest. I could see you going round and round to try and find an escape... knocking yourself on differents objects or walls from times to times as you got tired. I'm looking at you from a distance now, though you don't seem to notice me. You're too focused on trying to get out of this place.

After this long, there's only one thing you seek : day light. A few hours ago, you've found a small window. Since you've reached it, I watch you hit the glass a few more times in a vain attempt to escape. A last thump is heard and you fall on the floor, too weak to continue. You remain there for a while, then spasms follow. After a while, they stop. I walk up to you and stare at your corpse for a few seconds before getting rid of it.

That was such a foolish move. But how could you have know? You were just a lost bug after all.