Panic in my ie, what should I do?

I am just a wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie. I built myself and my family a wee bit house, and worked hard to do it. It has cost me mony a weary nibble. I have a wife and children, too. I thought I provided for my family. But all my labour was for nothing! My foresight was vain! Because one day a big bulky farmer turned us all out, ruined my wee bit house, ploughed the land, so that you can't even find where my house was, and went home. I was devastated. I feel so tired, upset and unhappy. Even poor beasties like us maun live! But how? What should I do?