Our friendly neighbourhood wasp likes scrambled eggs, and butter. Butter it seemed to eat straight from the butter knife, but with scrambled eggs it cut off a bit and flew back home with it. You can see it holding that piece of eggs between its front legs.

The wasp obviously has a good sense of smell if it can smell our breakfast from wherever it otherwise spends its time. But once it arrives here, it struggles to find the exact source of the smell. It circles around the table and lands on nearly everything before it finally figures out which bowl the eggs are in. I guess it is better at picking up the presence of a faint smell than at sensing its exact direction. And I get the impression that it is quite near-sighted.

We’re getting used to its presence. Even Adrian, who was initially quite bothered by it, is now cheering it on in its search.