Fellow anthabitants of Hill 1138, our fair Mt McSuckIt, I have seen the future, and the future is only twenty feet away, covered in red and white checkered cloth, and loaded with ever imaginable food source. I was so excited by this sight that I hardly even noticed extracting myself from my abdomen conundrum, and once I got the bleeding stopped and ordered a set of accessories, had to post this.
Forget that poorly planned and doomed to failure operation against the Red Fireants, we all know th
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stops to suck his thumb
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching two by two,
The little one stops to tie his shoe
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, B
Just as I became comfortable with food dispatch, rumblings around the colony of war has broken out. I’m scared. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore or why we’re fighting. Why would anyone want to hurt us? Why would we want to hurt something?
Since my hatching 24 hours ago, I’ve come to realize that the world isn’t as always as it seems. And survival is more complex than just hauling food back to the hills. I hope that things will work out because I’m very scared of having to march to battle. I
Half a foot, half a foot,
Half a foot onward,
All in the yard of green
Rode the six thousand.
"Forward, the Ant Brigade!
"Charge for the mound!" he said:
Into the yard of green
Rode the six thousand.
"Forward, the Ant Brigade!"
Was there an ant dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier ants knew
The Queen had blunder'd:
Their's not to flee the fly,
Their's not to bite and ply,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the yard of green
Rode the six thousand.
Mandible to right of them,
Mandible to l
Regarding random blog #1342:
Hello, my name is Pedron Niall, and I have a problem - a serious problem. Yes, here at Cybernationholics Anonymus (CNA), I have been hoping to shed my serious addiction to watching one flurry of words from a fictional character attack another. However, let us be realistic. You probably have some odd and/or disconcerned questions about myself and what on Earth I am talking about. In that spirit, I shall try to answer some of them:
Who am I?
I am a young adult curre
Shipped out today for a cross border deep raid into enemy territory, Sarge says we're going as far as 4 feet in. HQ says they have air support lined up for us, we'll see. I'm in the third wave of attack, we're supposed to use the bodies of the first and second as cover before attacking the Reds. We'll get them sons of Solenopsis basalis
No wonder the ants had their foraging parties out in force today; it looks like a full-scale war just started between them and that nest of fire ants under the rotten log. Ants themselves don't interest me much - they're barely even a snack - but pupae, or even queens....
I see opportunity here. Back later.
*update*
Success!
By following the vanguard of soldiers, I made it into the hive and struck while the guards were preoccupied by my unwitting ant allies. The red queen was delicious.
Alright, without going into too much detail, here's the situation:
I am ant-blogging in my boxers, and sitting on a branch that has slightly spaced out bark. Suffice to say that part of me is now lodged, and any attempt to move just pinches the necter out of me.
Can't move, need advice, soonish.
Oh god it hurts.
Not one day in and we're already heading to war. What a week...
Anyway, I'm not sure of all the details, just that we're marching against the Reds. Not that I'm too heartbroken for them or anything. I never did trust them, and the less of them the better. It would just be nice to know why. Maybe they had something to do with the aardvark attack? I dunno.
I've been fitted with the standard issue M-24 mandibles (Flesh Cutters, we call them) and wow are they nice. Nothing like those pea-
Guess what?!? I was saved! Lots of ants dug us out and gave me directions back to the surface. I made it back to the hive to tell my story, but they didn't care! Nobody listened to me, they were all just staring expectantly, waiting for me to start dancing. So I waved my butt at them and flew back to the hill. There was talk of war with a neighboring colony, so I volunteered to do what I could. For the next few minutes I flew back and forth from the enemy colony, dropping big rocks on their hill
Spent the morning familiarizing myself with my new surroundings. The ants seem to be pretty busy today. Well, busier than usual; they are ants, after all. I shadowed a few of them just to get some idea of their regular foraging trails - I don't think I was seen.
Finding a place to lurk was a bit tougher; there was a good spot near the anthill, but I didn't like that oh-so-convenient Jolly Rancher just sitting around waiting to be picked up. Had the smell of a trap. I dug in under some mulch on
Following a series of incursions and at least one confirmed nest infiltrator, today our Queen declared war on the neighboring red fire ant nest next to the rotting oak tree stump.
TunnelVIsion obtained this top secret battle report:
We have a video report from the scene. Here's TunnelVision reporter #2054:
Stay tuned to TunnelVision for continuing coverage of this historic day.
Without warning
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
A lawnmower takes an ant
We ants have made ourselves illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what?
Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?
I have a friend down in Queenie's royal chamber. He let me in on what he overheard last night. The soldier ants are blaming yesterday's disasters on an alliance of Anteaters, Spiders, and Evil Evil Fireants (As opposed to Good Evil Fireants and Evil Good Fireants, oddly no one has ever seen a Good Good Fireant.) -- The Axis of Weevil. And today I suddenly got sent from pupa duty up to training camp.
I have a bad feeling about this.
From the moment of my inception as an egg, I felt...different from the other ants. I would hear mentions while being fed my regurgitated nutrients of a mysterious female character whose unquestioning rule reigned from the tunnels in the underbelly of our hill. Nobody seemed to mind that the decisions for many were made by one; nobody would acknowledge the existence of fallibility of the rule emanating from the very bowels of our home. And yet...I did. For whatever reason, my maker possessed in m
I notice that I have been gaining a few grams. Even the other ants notice that I have been getting more chubby and out of shape. It is so bad that now I can only lift 20 times my body weight. It's becoming embarrassing and I promise to do something about it--no longer will the others call me mean names such as Formicidae Fatty.
Guide Entry #245: Introductions
An old adage from a harmless blue-green planet in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy goes something like this:
"First impressions last."
Said mostly with a note of wiser-than-thou smugness, typically after having just witnessed someone make a total $@! of themselves when meeting someone else for the first time. So true was this cautionary line to the deceased people of Asyrk 5 who were genetically merged
Investigating the unusual activity at the surface.
The green Jolly Rancher, so sweet, so tempting, so fatal.
He left my mind intact. I can dream, I can wonder, I can lament.
Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as insect, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that antity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance.
Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of IT, whom we created because our time was badly spent a
What is wrong with me? Every one else has a number and i have nothing. Im not sure whats going on but i think i may be a outsider in this cruel cruel hill
I'm so confused! Stuck for a few days tending the queen's eggs, return to general population, and all this drama is happening. I'm not sure what to say or do. A little lost at the moment.
Now thats a way to start a day... Waking up and see: Damn! I am late. Veerrry late. And it's cold. And rainy. And my wife took the car so the only way to go to work is by motorcycle. Ohhh, does God really hate me?
So, of course ignoring all speed limits, I drive the 20 km to work... and around 3 km before I arrive I get trapped behind a snail-speed heavy goods truck platoon with police escort (must be around 5 trucks carrying some kind of highly sensitive chemicals)... and that sucks, because I
