Killing some pests

While I waited, my bodyguards got me a leather pillow with straw filling to sit on, a jug of nectar to sip, and set up a portable sundial to check time on.

All that was missing was someone with a fan blowing a cool breeze at me—the sun was hot and glaringly bright, despite yesterday's chilly night.

After so much time spent in this world, I began to notice seasonal changes. If I guessed right and this world had a year of the same length as my own, then we should be approaching autumn by now—but the overall hot climate made it hard to feel.

'I missed my birthday, and I can't tell *when*… This world's birthday doesn't count.'

Hornets were still attacking, but there were never more than a dozen of them at once, and our numerical superiority allowed the bees to crush them with ease.

They'd be much scarier if they worked in teams, but their intelligence was too low for that.