At this point, you can pretty much consider Wil to have laid down and died. This may explain why the ants are swarming worse than ever: they have a rotting corpse to work on. So while Joe is still running around trying to make sure he's safe because he's such a tremendous game threat, Wil has gone into 'I committed game suicide and dead players don't move' mode. Ashley had another date -- this time with Frank. Making out ensued: emotional connections did not. (By the way, it now looks as if Ashley is the third recruit from a dating show's casting discard pile. Think about this: we are getting things Harrison rejected.) Ian's reaction was 'Meh': he's pretty much over the whole thing and is getting tired of the DR asking him his opinions about what the females are wearing today. Not hard to spot the character role they want him occupying, and he's not happy with it. Some of that came out during his turn to babysit Danielle -- she was trying to review for any 'Who does America think' competition by going over questions where she wanted to be the answer. Ian told her America wanted to see someone else in a bikini, would think other people were smarter, and so on down the line. She never caught on.
Danielle told still more stories, and some of the same stories, and found a new target: Jenn -- who put up with it until she couldn't any more and walked out. This is not a solo incident: people are getting a little tired of the routines, and Britney's becoming just as exhausted from the constant supervision as Dan is. Go ahead and haul to F2 -- if you can stand being in the cage with her that long.
The feeds continue to flash to fish for anything and nearly everything. And the fish? Are dying. Excessive camera exposure may be fatal.
(Quick, turn another sixty cameras on Danielle.)
If she wants a real disease to moan about, let's get her one!