Colony Date 1,657,234. Hour: Bright
The Human Male Drone has been active. In the early Bright, we’ve noted a repeated watering of points of incursion along the perimeter of his colony. There’s no soil there or plants so we have found it all very perplexing. Said activity began after the Queen Human and one of her larvae discovered that Bravo-squadron Earwig Division (B.E.D.) had successfully infiltrated their sub-level. After the Male Drone finished watering, our troops felt a nearly overwhelming desire to attack. Wisdom overruled our unified hunger; we must feed our home before attacking theirs.

Colony Date 1,657,234. Hour: Mid-Bright
The troops have been distracted. Whatever the Male Drone watered was distractingly enticing. Some of the troops said the scent reminded them of the Spawning Season. Others said it had all the sensory makings of a feast. I personally find it disconcerting–why do we feel these things? The June Bugs and the Stag Beetles have formed a coalition–despite our warnings they will attack come Dark.

Colony Date 1,657,234. Hour: Dark
We couldn’t stop ourselves. The June Bugs took off the quickest, leaving the Stag Beetles to follow behind. The rest of us tried to keep up but, thank the Brood, we were too slow.

Dark, the False Bright near the Human Colony garage was ignited, a beacon in the dark by its own right; but the scent, the sweet scent was overpowering. There was no vote; all rank was forgotten. We didn’t march, we ran.

The June Beetles, it was later reported, licked at the dry ground where the Human Male had watered, as if it were a pond. They have an amazingly short life cycle but as it was, they feasted and immediately fell. The Stag Beetles reached the writhing corpses but they didn’t piece things together quickly enough: they are soldiers…not generals.

As we approached, I saw one of the Beetles pull back from the Strange Deaths, concern in his dark armor and a hint of wisdom. For some reason, I couldn’t pull my eyes from him so I was the only one who witnessed something in the Dark, a shadow, lift that brave warrior and cast him to the June Bug Deathyard. He landed and desire overwhelmed him as he began licking at the ground. It was a cruel death.

Only two things stopped our demise: the hill of corpses and the moths. The moths often found themselves blinded and attracted to the False Bright–but this night it was surely by design for the light was ignited immediately after Dark. We heard them and slowed our pace realizing with horror that they had dire news from the Earwigs but they couldn’t break free from the Draw of that light. Blinded and some burning against its glare, many fell and shouted: “Trap! It’s a trap!”