It was about 2 weeks ago when we first saw him.  He was on the ceiling.  Out of reach.  The next day he was on a window.  Behind the Venetian blinds.  That happened several more times.

A week later, Sylvia said, “If you are going to hang around with us I’ll have to give you a name.  I’ll call you Buddy.”  That’s how it began.

Is it possible to grow fond of a flying insect with a stinger?  I think that’s what’s happening here.  Wouldn’t you find a spot in your heart for such a handsome fellow as Buddy?

Buddy’s not a cat or a cute little puppy.  He’s not the kind of guy with which you want to cuddle.  Still he’s interesting to watch.  And he seems to be a very good listener when I talk to him.

Still the question remains.  Does a hornet make a good pet?