Oh boy that's going in my mouth

Thisbe was finally old enough to leave her home nest. She nuzzled with her mother and siblings one last time, all of them chittering happily and then laughing as they darted in different directions to start adult lives. 

The world was so big! How fun! There were sure a lot of good things to eat, as well. Thisbe found some flowers. They smelled pretty great so she put them in her mouth- yep, tasted great too. Ooh, and seeds! Munch munch munch. 

She pranced through the meadow, smelling, tasting, digging, climbing, and touching just about everything she came across. A lone flower stood proud in some short grass, and she began to play with it, pulling off the petals and watching them fall (she ate a few). A movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she saw a small bug resolutely marching through the grass. What could this be?

She snatched the tiny creature up and sniffed it. Smelled kind of odd. Popping it in her mouth experimentally, she spat it back out on the jump as it expelled some kind of bitter-tasting defensive substance. YUCK. She ate another flower petal just to drive the taste out, as the bug scurried away, a bit damp but otherwise none the worse for wear. 

Not everything in her new environment, it turned out, was delicious.