Wandering over the great Formica Wastes, a mesa of pitted faux marble, she came at last to the Mouse Bridge, suspended by a beam of of cylindrical grey plastic. Following it up, she climbed the White Wall to the top of the laptop. There they were, the keyboard crevasses. An adventurer at heart, she dove into the labyrinthine tangle.
A fingerpress would have ended her life. Instead, I let her wander among the piles of dust and grime. Eek. I need an aircan. It's messy down there.
The ant-ess took the hint and crawled out of the cave. When she came back, a few hours later, the mysterious white cliffside and the mesatop caverns were gone, along with all crumb traces.
Good luck, little girl.