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 to the queen soon. I also met this great other ant who swears he is not a red fire ant spy who helped me out. I'm sneaking him in past security because they would ask him all kinds of questions and feel him up with their antennas, and he says he is not that kind of ant.
Nothing could possibly go wrong with this plan, I'll be hailed as the best scout ever and everyone will forget about me getting stuck on that branch.
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 those commies will still be there after we seize the bounty of the checkered cloth.
We must act fast though, I have heard rumors of a terrible beast in our area, devouring our brethren. Who's with me?
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.