It's been a long week. Our war with the reddies finally came to an unfortunate end. After a whole three days of fighting, we were finally overrun by the !@#$%^&*. I was promoted to captain in the last hour of battle, and fought gloriously to save the nest. However, as soon as the queen's chambers were breached I knew it was over and made to save my exoskeleton. I managed to take out a few reddies on my way out, but I needed to survive. Since then, I've been wandering about the yard, fending off lesser insects and running from larger ones. I found a termite nest, and managed to avoid it, but not before I took out a scout. Heh. He made for good eating.

I found that being alone has given me more time to do things for myself. Like cook. It was a cold dish, but prepared my termite so exquisitely. I managed to take a picture of it too. Thought I'd share:

http://www.vegsource.com/articles2/zel/aspic-pistachio.jpg

Boy I'm good.

Continuing on, my antennae picked up this wonderful scent. My fine formicidae senses told me that it was an apple pie. I love apple pie, especially garnished with cricket....mmmm.....delicious....

By the time I got to it, I found that it wasn't just an apple pie. It was an entire spread on a land of red and white checkers. There were so many crumbs, but nothing large and substantial. Birds must've made off with the best parts. I tried preparing something delicious, between cutting up leaves, bread crumbs, and blueberry mush. I didn't think it looked all that good, but a nearby ant did. This curious fellow was apparently watching me this whole time. He introduced himself as #114. Apparently black ants don't have letters, just numbers. He said that he was a member of a local nest, and had a run of bad luck with a bluejay earlier today, but he found this from a branch nearby. He said that if I helped him bring some food back, and prepare something that looked so delicious, that maybe I could be part of the nest.

I almost forgot to mention, mr. #114 thought I was a reddie because of my hue. I kindly corrected him. I am a maroon ant. There is a difference. We prefer rum over vodka and millipedes over centipedes. He said that he'd try to sneak me back into the nest, and see if I could become an official member. I'm excited, but I hope they don't mistake me for a reddy.