“It’s OK, really, it’s just a little bug, here… just lick it a little… yeah, bite it’s head a bit… yeah, like that… now rub it under your arms… no, seriously, rub it around… you might have to bite it’s head again… there ya go…”
I knew a guy that grew pot in the woods, and he went to check on it one day, and it was all gone - chewed off at the stalk. Coincidentally there was a deer passed out next to it.