I was in such a good mood. I’m sure messing with Dale had something to do with my joyful outlook on life too, though. I had been searching for a way to send out creatures that would seek Dani, and an idea had come to me after watching an anthill for a few hours. Bugs! Why did bugs do what they did? Why did they look for certain things or follow the same paths over and over? They were looking for something. In the case of ants, it was a small chemical trail. Others were looking for food, some for mates. I had no idea what wasps were looking for; as far as I could tell, they were just assholes.
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