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Last night, Penguin and Owl and I took a walk to a nearby park. Because Penguin has the memory of an elephant with remarkably exceptional memory powers, he remembered that about this time last year, a flock of very colorful beetles descended on a clump of bushes growing next to the pond we pass en route. He asked us to make a slight detour yesterday to check if they were there and lo and behold, there were dozens scampering about the leaves. They are small – maybe the size of a black bean – but iridescent in color and quite lovely. Blues, greens, teals, oranges and yellows make up their wings and head. Penguin requested that we bring some of the beetles home with us to live in our apartment because, as he noted, “They will like all of our stuff.” I agreed to bring two beetles home with us on the condition that they live in the bushes by our front door. This was an agreeable proposition and we collected two little beetles – one overwhelmingly green and orange, the other blue and yellow.

Just that morning, I had purchased a little cup holder that can attach to the stroller. I envisioned popping a water bottle in there and, on my currencied days, an iced coffee from the doughnut store (aka Dunkin Donuts). Of course, the cup holder was the perfect size for transporting the beetles, too. The problem was that the beetles did not wish to stay put. Beetles, when removed from their leafy dining room table, desire to return from whence they came. So intent were they on crawling out that every few steps, I would have to stop pushing the stroller and gently push them back into the cup holder with a leaf.  They were not attempting to fly out, mind you, though they seemed to have wings. So they were maybe stupid beetles? Lazy? Resigned to their own fate? Penguin kept a close eye on them, alerting me every time one of them made their move.  So roughly every 4 seconds.

We finally made it home and placed the beetles in our front bush. Penguin welcomed them to their new home, giving them a tour of the various leaves and admonishing them not to climb on something – I couldn’t quite catch what that was.  We’ve checked on them every few hours and they are still sitting there, rather dumbly, so I am not sure if they are taking it all in or traumatized by their removal from their leafy home and kin.

I suppose this is a little better than wanting to bring home fuzzy bunnies and squirrels and ducks and the sort. I can understand the motivation, though. They are cute and interesting and seem rather tame and unconcerned by human contact. The perfect companion for a three and a half-year old boy.