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 sucked a whole lot.