As a macroscopic observer, I was halted in the exercise of eating a nectarine by tiny movements on the face of this fruit. A colony of teeny tiny creepers was frantically escaping from a hole in the top of the nectarine, fleeing from what must have been their home; the hollow inside of the pit. Still reeling from the shock of this brush with nature, I counted myself lucky to still have such keen eyesight, and proceeded to identify my squirmy visitors.