Wilful Misunderstanding

With his nieces either old enough they wouldn't break any of his individually glass-encased insects, or moved so far away they didn't come, John had a birthday dinner in his home again. It did not protect from surprises, though.

He stared at the joint present, purchased under the direction of his younger sister, if her grin was any indication.

"I remembered you were looking for one."

"May, I meant the species of wasp, not something you need specially made."

Hanging from claws on six spider legs from the roof of its cage, the startled tarantula hawk ruffled its wings.


Thank you! :D

Firstly, SCIENCE!

Secondly, that's hilarious punsmanship that is right up my alley. Gorgeous.

hahaha. I think this is a moment that everyone has experienced once in their life, if not more frequently. Perfectly captured!

WOW. My son the future entomologist would love that!

I knew there was a reason I hated surprises!
Poor creature!

Birds are fluffy, spiders are fluffy... What's there not to love? :D

Oooh, I really like the sound of a tarantula hawk. :)