He hated grubs, and wondered anxiously if it had any unpleasant design of crawling down his neck.

He squirmed inwardly at the idea.

But just as he was coming to the conclusion that _that_ was something he'd _never_ be able to stand, a most unexpected ally came to his rescue.

With a blow that _almost_ made him jump out of his jacket, something lit on the fat grub.

It was a big black hornet, with white bands across its shining body.