text: Day 4, Journal Entry 1 Space exploration is the cause. We had to wonder what was out there. We had to venture into the void, and you know what we found, we found fucking ants. Giant fucking ants. You know what we discovered, we discovered that we are not the most ideal species, we are not the top. Ants! Ants are the top. Their bodies are the peak of evolution. All they do is conquer, dig, eat, and breed. Knife proof, gun proof, fire proof, gas proof, plague proof, bomb proof, mother fucking nuke proof, but I never planned for it to be giant ant proof. We have been down in this shelter for four days now, and I know it is only a matter of time before they find us. Their pincers will rip right through this door. I watched as a single ant tore through a tank like scissors through paper. And that was just one, imagine what an army can do. A single ant in all its savage precision destroyed my world. A single scout making a mark to prove the army is on its way. Millions of ants the size of Chevy Tahoe’s ripping through our town destroying our houses, our lives, our memories. I thought I would be safe underground, the superficial attacks of man all take place above ground. Not ants. Ants burrow. Ants mine. Ants dig. And ants will most certainly find us. Food to last for years, and it will all be untouched. And you know my biggest regret, my most disappointing piece of all of this? Is that I always appreciated the animated movie Antz............ this is Woody Allen’s Fault.