So someone must have stinkbugged me out about bringing in that nice maroon ant who total wasn't a red fire ant. They didn't even care about the red and white checkered wonderland that I found. All they care about is that stupid oatmeal pie.
Just as soon as I chew my way free of these spiderweb manacles, I'll show them, I'll show them all!
/mood: filled with unholy ire
//and formic acid
It took me almost a full day of my life to get there and back, but I finally got to the Red and White Checkered Oasis I saw from the tree where I was stuck. It was really weird walking with these bouncy rubber things under me, but I finally figured it out. Kinda have to swagger a bit, but that works for me.
Anyhow, by the time I got there, the birds *shakes mandibles at the sky* had picked over everything pretty well. I found a great pool of sticky sugar though, and I am going to present it
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
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.
