Control in Gravity Rides Everything

I'm sitting here watching a ladybug, who is trapped on a ceramic figurine, pass a ball of dust between its four legs. He'll move faster, then slow down, all the while keeping a grasp on the dust. I wonder if he's panicking, I wonder how he feels knowing that he's likely to never move from that spot. At some point, his little dance will come to an end and his life will cease. It's like he has the ability to either will himself to live or will himself to die; how it must feel to be able to just think about death and just end your life... So simple and so final.