When other people would approach me he would rear up and start waving his claws at them menacingly. When, at last, I decided Amber would probably not appreciate such a creepy and crawly pet I took it to a tree. Once there he tried to hide in my shirt. When I tried to force him on to the branch he waited until I backed off enough that he could fall and fly on to me again. He finally gave up, though, and went where he belonged.
I wouldn't have minded until you brought it inside the house.
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