Honestly having pet hornets can be no fun at all – it’s fun for Morgan of course, but for the neighbours it can be absolute hell. Morgan was the one who collected hornets’ nests as a hobby. Three nests hung on the apple tree at the end of the back lawn. Morgan was all of twelve and when grown up wanted to study entomology at university.
For the time being it was insects, insects, insects! The hornets were merely the tip of the iceberg, but definitely Morgan’s favourite. There were ants, and bumble bees, and daddy-long-legs, and moths, and butterfly caterpillars. Even flies were encouraged but it was proving expensive to feed them because they had to be locked up according to species and therefore were not free to scavenge for food on their own and return to their specific display cabinets. Morgan’s father was a cabinet maker and as keen as Morgan about insects, so he had made lots of pet insect display cabinets which were set up in a big shed next to the garage.
One thing lacking in Morgan’s collection were Murder Hornets. Murder Hornets would have been the jewel in the crown. The curator at the Federal Insect Museum invited Morgan to come and see the Murder Hornets destroy a honey bee hive. It was part of the attraction at the museum. Enthusiasts would pay ten dollars for a ticket to view the massacre – all done once a week and behind glass of course. Morgan was allowed in for free.
The Curator of the Federal Insect Museum was surprised. He had always presumed Morgan was a boy and not a girl. Morgan is one of those transgender names. As you read the story, how did you picture Morgan?