April 25, 2008
The bugs are gathered in the cold, circling, busy, but bugged with anxiety about the cold. Something is wrong. They had to start work before they were fully dried out. This is not supposed to be a cold thing. Their wings are supposed to be shining. They are supposed to have more energy. The nest is to be going up faster. They are pushing, but the cold is slowing them down, confusing them sometimes. Shipments show up at the wrong places. At one point a section collapses and must be re-started. This has to be done. They die at sunset.