You smooshed your kids who have been shrunk by yet another zany invention of your creation. Your punishment is to forever wonder what happened to your loved ones that fateful evening.

Hookworms.

getting stepped on

Wesley, no!

You must cut the grass down to the depth of your footprint with a spork.

Isn’t that punishment enough?

Orbital strike

You have to walk up to Amberlynn and tell her that you think she looks cute,
then start over from the beginning.

A fine weekend patrolling said grass in dress uniform in the heat, ensuring no one else steps on the grass.

You better get good with your dry-cleaner because someone angry at having to inspect you will do so - angrily - at the start of your shifts, and you do not want your only dress uniform to look or smell sloppy.

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