Turning on the lights in The Lemon Fair, I saw big bug, dead, on the floor, made a mental map of its location, and, when finished morning's first task, returned to sweep it into the dustbin.
Before tumping it into the trashcan, however, I saw a glint of oily color.
To the window we went and then outside, where I lay the beetle on the patio pebbles. Why, I thought, do I know so little about creepy-crawlies, and why do I think of them as creepy-crawlies to begin with?What I don't know sometimes frightens me; what I learn often amazes and enlarges me. Thanks to this dead beetle for its small gift of beauty.
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