Can we all agree that in the pantheon of super-powers, super-shrinkage is the absolute worst?

More useless than the ability to control a skateboard with your mind. (R.I.P., X-Statix’s El Guapo.)

Lousier than the ability to spew slugs. (Hello, X-Men’s Maggott.)

Super-powers, intrinsic to their nature, are supposed to give you an edge in the unending battle of good vs. evil.

Super-shrinkage makes you susceptible to perils the average person takes for granted: the family cat, an open grate, a stray spider.

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