Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for June 14, 1987
June 13, 1987
June 15, 1987
Transcript:
Calvin: I'm going outside, Mom! Hold all my calls. Calvin looks around. Something is different. The odd-colored tree behind him slowly lifts up! It's not a tree at all! It's a leg. Oh no! Calvin is the size of a bug to a bug! He runs for his life! A claw crashes with deafening impact! The bug is trying to step on Calvin! What a horrible fate! Calvin scrambles madly, promising himself that we'll never squish another bug if he lives to return to normal size! Suddenly in a spray of slime, the bug is gone! A monstrous frog licks it's chops! Calvin is saved! Mom: Aacck! What's that on my plate?! Good Heavens, get it off the table!! Calvin: But Mom, frogs are our friends.
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It’s funny how the frog looks about the same size as the bug. Not even a Tree Frog or a Poison Dart Frog (I capitalize animal names sometimes for some reason) is about the same size as an insect. They ARE however about the same size as a mosquito hawk.