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. Take that, mean ants!

One jumped on me when I picked up a rock and stung me. Hah, amateur. He didn't even have to kill himself to sting effectively. #46089 pulled him off me and he exploded! Weird, right?

Well, I kept dropping rocks on the enemy anthill, so now there's lots of them swarming all over the place.

Back at the hill, I've managed to find a small space to call home. It was off one of the bigger tunnels so I can move faster, though I keep getting yelled at for filling up the entire tunnel with my fuzzy butt. Hopefully the ones abdomen-gating me won't wind up getting stung accidentally. That would suck for both of us.

Suddenly, I find myself craving honey. This may be problematic.