Let’s have nice times with a wee beetle. I like beetles. They’re frequently interesting. And most are quite companionable. They also keep the cat amused when they venture indoors – she’s content to dart around watching them for hours, although thankfully she doesn’t offer to eat them. I’d feel a bit bad. “Thanks for entertaining my felid. Shame about the digestive juices.”
I see very little not to like in a beetle, which may be why “The Creator, if He exists, has ‘an inordinate fondness for beetles*.'” You know who else had an inordinate fondness for beetles? Charles Darwin. Can you blame him? They’re fascinating. And they did a bang-up job helping him figure out that whole evolution thingy.
Tis the season, and we found a few out and about round Twin Falls (the Washington waterfall, not the city). There was this lovely bloke, who makes a virtue of simplicity.
Quite lovely, isn’t that? I love that touch of scarlet on a black beetle. Very nice.
It was kind enough to allow me to shove a camera in its face.
Then it decided “Sod this for a game of larks” and took off for parts elsewhere.
We saw quite a few of these ambling along, and they seemed rather content with life, the universe, and everything. They seem to me to be the kind of beetle one could whip up legends about in the off hours, whiling away the time in the dappled shade beneath our thick forest canopies. What do you think? If you were tasked to come up with a just-so story, how would you account for the wide red bits on either side of its head? The more outrageous the better.
Or you could just, y’know, tell us what it is, if you know.
*Rumored to have been said by J.B.S. Haldane. Bugger if I know who actually said it, but I love that quote.