First off, -1 more spider. Go me!
So as I'm creeping away from the spider encampment, feeling pleasantly full, this ant comes walking up to me. I could tell right off the bat that something just wasn't right with this one; it acted like it had gone swimming in a puddle of spilled beer or something. At any rate, it seemed to think that the ant carcasses stuck to my carapace were still among the living, and started prattling on about "The Light" - whatever that's supposed to be. Would have eaten
Spiders. They think they're so smart, with their web-spinning and camoflage. I've got news for you, arachnids; you're not smart, you're lazy. You sit on your fat abdomens all day long, just waiting for some dumb fly to blunder into your web.
Call me stupid, will you? Let me tell you readers about dumb. This morning, I gathered up a bunch of ant corpses and stuck them all over my carapace, then headed for the spider encampment. I walked right up to one of the sentries - the fool didn't even real
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.
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.
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