Clearance of the White Spore

A white styrofoam peanut sat wedge-locked in a fracture along the asphalt. It stood buoyant and pale against the grit. An unauthorized outpost. I flattened my ridged belly against the damp tarmac. I closed the distance without a trace of vibration. At two inches, I launched forward. I slammed both foreclaws down across its porous core. The foam collapsed with a muffled squeak, splitting into two crushed nuggets under my mass. It ceased all presence. No retaliatory movement followed. The passage is fully reclaimed.