Termite Story

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. So buzz off because I have work to do and wood to eat and time aint the cheapest thing in the world for me right now. My colony has been occupied with work since last winter when the rains flooded out our trails. Torrents of water destroyed years of labor soaking up tunnels and washing away larvae. Even some of my hundreds of relatives died as they were sucked down the burrows they dug out themselves. It was a devastating day and those who did survive took shelter in the Superdome-hive.

Talking about this only uncovers the pain of hundreds that was buried for not long enough. However, talking to you makes me feel like I can trust you so I'll tell you a little about me. My name is Arnik and I am a born and raised worker termite from the Boog clan. Both my parents work in the same quarter as I but they are nocturnal. They both work when human lights are out so I can barely even catch a glimpse of them before I have to go to work once they return. I am the primary man of operations and I soften the wood with my saliva so that the diggers can have an easier time penetrating. Although I am young, I have an extremely important job and without workers like me there would be nothing.

Being in this colony keeps my values straight and I can constantly become a better insect and worker. What we are mainly taught in school is teamwork and how the colony must function as a whole rather then separate parts in order to be stronger. That's all the time I can take off for now but we'll catch up later. Boy, all this talking has made my mouth dry. Well, back to work.