Imagine my surprise when I’m walking from room to room in my home, playing around on my phone, and out of the corner of my eye I see what looks like a tiny little person on my floor. And when I bend down for a closer glimpse, that’s exactly what I see—a man only about two inches tall, watching me from the carpet. And then I realize what he’s seeing. Me relaxing in a skimpy little teddy, my ass and tits practically on display. Is this little man spying on me, like a miniature peeping tom? Disgusting. I’m going to teach him a lesson. A very permanent lesson. But which option should I choose, stomping him or eating him?