By today, the wasp had been making random appearances from time to time, but he was looking more and more beat. His little sticky legs weren't so sticky anymore, and he was stumbling in flight. I was starting to wonder if it was really in his best interest for me to keep him here.
That's when I caved, and he became my pet. The first thing I did was go straight to the fridge and bite a nibble off, and present it to him. He was all over it as soon as I set it down, and he rubbed his back legs together in delight. It's like he wanted to dance, but couldn't be distracted from eating. He's been devouring for almost an hour now. I wonder what other food he likes.
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