Andrew, looking more and more like a "Before" picture in an ad for Ratty-Beard-B-Gone, huddles with the boys by the sand lump and endorses the strategy of lump buildup, calling the lump "the last wall of defense." He's quite brilliant, that Andrew, except that I think he's confusing the sand lump with the police department. In Andrew's little interview, he refers to the tribe as "absolutely devastated." He does not add, "by the unrelenting series of failures it has suffered under my inept leadership," as he should. He follows with the non-newsworthy tidbit that "morale is low." It particularly amuses me to remember that last week he said it was at an "all-time low," which I guess means that what he really meant to say this time was, "Okay, now morale is at an all-time low." He adds with faux-sadness that the members of Morgan "definitely feel the impact" of Lill's departure, presumably in the area of work, considering that all of a sudden, other people actually have to do some. As is often the case, from the shot we now see of Tijuana taking charge of water-boiling, it appears that the slack is being taken up by people who did at least some work already. Darrah, apparently, is busy making a mint julep or something. "I think it's us against everything else out here," Andrew says, going for "fearless" and landing on "incompetent dumb-ass." As often happens.
As Andrew rattles off the enemies of Morgan, one of the things he mentions is the local population of fire ants. Indeed, it appears that the place is crawling with them. Tijuana explains to Andrew that the ants are apparently living in a particular log, and whenever the fire sends smoke in their direction, they emerge. Andrew adds, apropos of nothing, that the tribe "desperately need[s] fish." He says that eating coconuts and rice and beans has been sufficient to keep them alive, but that he's hankering for the nutritional and psychological boost that only animal protein can bring. Coincidentally, that's what I always say right before I order a steak. "Morale is low," I intone into my menu, and then I ask for extra sour cream on my baked potato.