Diego directed the nozzle into every nook and cranny in Mr. Smith's kitchen, dousing a cloud of toxins into shadowy crevices to ensure the elimination of hidden pests.
He took considerable time to spray beneath the refrigerator and in a space between the kitchen cabinets and the wall.
Near the door separating the kitchen from the living room, Mr. Smith's bug-sized form finally stirred. His head ached, forcing him to hold his head in his hands for a few moments until the room stopped spinning.
The tiny man remembered trying to leave the house as a passenger on Tommy's foot, only to be thrown off and knocked senseless.
As he tried to collect his thoughts, he heard a loud, hissing noise. He turned in the direction of the sound and saw Diego's hulking form looming on the horizon as the large exterminator worked at the other end of the kitchen. The little man saw the large nozzle spray forth a fog of poison from the reserves housed inside the colossal canister.
With a jolt of fear, the shrunken man recalled the exterminator's remarks to Tommy about the toxic spray not leaving any bugs standing.
In his present circumstances, the tiny scientist imagined he would fare as poorly against the effects of the spray as any bug.
"I've got to get out of here," he said, struggling to get to his feet despite his dizziness.
As he watched, he noticed Diego's methodical approach to his work. The titanic exterminator coated every surface with a liberal squirt of insecticide. Soon, the entire house would be lethal!
While he still had time to do so, the little man considered escaping outside. The thought of being so tiny in a gigantic world terrified him, but not quite as much as facing extermination from a rain of toxic chemicals.
"If I get outside, I just have to get to Tommy's house," he reasoned. "He can help me."
Still, even getting across his neighbor's yard was a feat comparable to a trek through the wilderness.