Once inside, Polly and Billi gve Uncle Zoltan a conducted tour of the hive's many rooms; he seemed to find something to criticise in each one, but his hosts remained resolutely cheerful.
Perhaps Wilson got off on the wrong foot with Uncle Z by carrying the huge spray-can of Wasp-Eze, but whatever the reason he wasn't invited in to the hive and remained outside in the garden, pacing up and down, frowning and snorting indignantly.
After a few minutes he turned to me and said, 'I know he's had a tragic life, but really there's no excuse for rudeness!'
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