It shimmers in the light-- iridescent. A walking, crawling gem. Fascination creeps deep into his body; into his very soul, and he cannot bring himself to look away. He cannot bring himself to reason why what he is about to do may not be the best idea. Tongue extended, he scoops up the creature, crunches down, and.... blegh!.
Spitting the bug out, he shakes his head as if to rid himself of the taste. He will stick to berries.