Creative Writing

I Once Tried to Eat a Wasp’s Nest

I once tried to eat a wasp’s nest.

The punt at the bottom reminded me of how, the bigger the indent on the bottle of wine, the better it tastes.

It had looked quite appetising; I’d skipped lunch earlier.

Biting into it was like cracking open the world’s worst Kinder Surprise.

The wasps were more delicate than I’d expected. I pressed them against the roof of my mouth, and they squashed like caviar.

I bit the wings off and ate them separately.

They cracked and dissolved on my tongue. I scraped the rubbery dregs off with my front teeth and spat them out so I could rub them between my fingers.

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Daniel Thomas