The ants found some red sugary liquid. I had another craving for something sweet, so here I am.
Took a sip, tastes pretty good.
Drinking more...
Delicious...
redness...
feeling very tired now
time for a nap goodnight
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Ok, guys. This isn't for the queasy, but I just got the footage I took of the battle against the red ant colony.
Not for the fainthearted: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERXzCkHJ2cg...feature=related
Morale has been low the last few days. The war took an unexpected twist when the spiders got involved, but my ability to fly makes me awesome enough that I didn't get killed. However, I find that I am ill-suited to the subterranean life.
HOWEVER, some industrious ant recovered a half of an oatmeal pie. I already got my share (made sure to get that sweet-sweet filling), and now I don't crave honey so much any more.
Also, I'm really glad I didn't have to sting anything in the war. That would've
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
#4102 started to help me reach the surface, but it was slow going -- these tunnels are not made for my fuzzy butt. I think that the queen will be displeased with me; I am covered in dirt, so there is little hope of returning to the hive with pollen. I should have stayed in the larval care hexagon.
Something happened and #4102 abandoned me. Lots of things that look just like him rush by me; I think something bad happened. Just then, there was a loud noise and the tunnel collapsed. I am now trapp
Left the hive today in search of carnations: queen is laying eggs again and you know how she gets her cravings.
Saw moving flower, followed it. Disaster struck in the form of a rainstorm. I dove for cover, finding a burrow of some sort. Descending deeper and deeper into the ground, I now find myself rather cramped and disoriented. Something named #4102 introduced himself to me, explained that I am lost. Oh, dear.
Currently evaluating options. More info to come.
