At the end of A Bug’s Life, when they’re clear-cutting stalks of grain like there’s no tomorrow, I couldn’t help but think that they’re going to extinct themselves, Easter Island style. And then, like a lunatic who has obviously watched this movie far, far too many times, I thought, “Nah. That Flick is a smart guy. They must have a good environmental policy.”

But the best part is when I mentioned this to my lovely and talented wife: she laughed and said she actually thought the same thing. Which is crazy. But at least we’re crazy together.