Do you have an incident, where the antagonist got what they deserved by divine intervention or fate?
I would go to a cousin’s house for the weekends in the countryside as a kid. His younger brother would always do things to annoy us.
He had a strept throat and licked all the ice cream, and other goodies in the house. My uncle got the strept throat next.
One day he keeps entering the room with a bag of suckers, and teasing that we couldn’t have one. He’s eating about the fourth one, when we noticed the bag was full of ants. The ants were eating the suckers. He pulled the one from his mouth and that had some still imbedded in it. He ran to the bathroom, threw up a few times, and spent about fifteen minutes washing out his mouth.