I have no explanation for my actions. * * * * * _Feb. 3._ The transmitter is ready for operation. I have constructed a pair of metal disc-electrodes which clamp tightly to my head and press upon my temples. This device will pick up the thought impulses from my brain, feed them directly into the radio-frequency amplifier, where they will be amplified, and then radiated in a tight directed beam. My two ants were in their little enclosure under the microscope when I threw the switch to the "send" position. I pictured myself as I looked as a man, and sent the thought, "I am a man." Hastily, I threw the switch to the "receive" position. I looked through the microscope. The ants were lying on their sides. Somehow, I felt that the power was too great, and had stunned them. Keeping my eye to the microscope, I again threw the switch to "send," and cut the power to half. "Get up, friends ... get up," I thought, as I pictured them rising. Sure enough ... the ants slowly regained their feet. They looked about in apparent bewilderment. Back again, in "receive" position, I was conscious of the thought image, "The man ... he is the man. The man holds us here. He is killing us. We must kill the man." They gnashed their fierce-looking mandibles. I snapped back to "send" and thought. "No ... you must not kill the man. The man will not harm you ... he is your friend. He will help you." As I watched, the ants seemed to become less excited. From the larger of the two, I received the thought, "We are dying. The man is killing us with his strong vibrations. We must kill the man." Then a very powerful thought impression burst upon my brain. It seemed to come from the colony, three feet away. "Warning to the man. Stop your thought transmissions at once! Your vibrations are killing us. We want nothing from you. We have everything we need. You will learn nothing from us. You will stop _at once_!" I threw the switch to "send." Viewed through the microscope, the two ants were lying on their backs ... dead, to all appearances. "What if I don't stop?" I sent the thought question, "I want to learn the secret of your communication. In return, I will teach you many things. I can't stop now!" I changed to receive, and the answer came back, "If you do not stop ... we will kill you!" I turned off the apparatus, but the powerful bell tone continued to pound incessantly into my brain. I laughed. They'd kill me ... would they? Those tiny insects ... what could they do? Well--let them try, but I'd get what I was after. I would not quit now, with success so near. What if my transmissions did kill a few of them? Of what importance were the lives of a few ants as compared to the advancement of the science of Communication? * * * * * _Feb. 9._