He was completely empty, and the object he saw hanging to the bush set every salivary gland in his mouth working.

It was a wasp's nest.

Many times in his young life he had seen Noozak, his mother, go up to nests like that, tear them down, crush them under her big paw, and then invite him to the feast of dead wasps within.

For at least a month wasps had been included in his daily fare, and they were as good as anything he knew of.

He approached the nest; Miki followed.