Ian led down the path he came. Occasionally he would see some of the minor bugs and he would slink up and stab it with his rod. Steadlily he was working his way to the entrance. In many ways it seemed too easy, but in his state of mind, Ian would nerve notice. He continued to ooze the pheromones that conflicted with the messages the bugs gave the women. Yet, he was not cognizant of his actions. He only knew to fight, escape, and breed.  All higher functions and training of his mind were gone.