“Beetles are mostly found in areas of humidity, and look for places where it’s peaceful, where sounds and noise are not abundant. Therefore, they are mostly scarce in the city, or environments in which there is much movement and activeness.
"Beetles live in nests composed of minimum a thousand of them, and they work together, similar to bees. Their behaviour is greatly affected by the climate, which…”
He was distracted. What did he care about bugs, anyway? They weren’t in the city. That was good. None of them would crawl up his bed in the night, or anything.
Back to Beatles; He thought were he had left his iPod last, and thought whether she would get mad, if he kneeled down, to look under the bed.
“Where the hell are we going to get beetles? They don’t even live near the cities…!” she complained, but nothing did call his attention. She sighed, and kept reading. If only she realized how she was talking to herself, badly. Beatles. He needed their music, now that they had gotten into the subject. Patience, patience. He would look under the bed as soon as she was over. But she wasn’t over soon enough. When he was about to do it, something happened. He turned his head towards the window.
Standing calmly at its border, was a bug—a beetle. If it was not for the size, it would’ve looked similar to a rhinoceros, for the fact that it had two giant and long sticks just stuck into its head. Its legs were long and it moved with moderation, as if he was temping them…catch me, catch me...It was the colours of a black or brown mess, and there were tiny little hairs on its shell.
Its size… big enough for it be noticed, specially by someone like me, he thought. He stared at the bug for another while. Amazing, amazing.
She was still reading, looking at the computer, giving her back to the window. She hadn’t seen it. “Hey, um…I just found a beetle. It’s just here, by the window.” Somehow he wasn’t excited. The bug was pretty and all, but something just make him stand there—sit there—without doing anything.
“What, the CD of number 1 hits? Yeah it’s fun. If only it helped...” she sounded annoyed and typed something. He definitely didn’t like sarcasm. “No, I swear, it’s an actual beetle! My God, just turn around!” he said. Okay, he had to do something. If these bugs weren’t found in the city, well, this was…a miracle. How could he catch it?
“Thanks, no. Not in the mood to observe wannabe Ringo Star dance around in your front yard.” She wanted to stress him out, and maybe she was doing it. Ha, she thought, how does it feel?
“God dammit! Beetle as in double e! We need to catch it! How do you catch a beetle?” he stood up violently and looked through his mess for something handy. An old sock, a useless jar, anything.
"Beetles live in nests composed of minimum a thousand of them, and they work together, similar to bees. Their behaviour is greatly affected by the climate, which…”
He was distracted. What did he care about bugs, anyway? They weren’t in the city. That was good. None of them would crawl up his bed in the night, or anything.
Back to Beatles; He thought were he had left his iPod last, and thought whether she would get mad, if he kneeled down, to look under the bed.
“Where the hell are we going to get beetles? They don’t even live near the cities…!” she complained, but nothing did call his attention. She sighed, and kept reading. If only she realized how she was talking to herself, badly. Beatles. He needed their music, now that they had gotten into the subject. Patience, patience. He would look under the bed as soon as she was over. But she wasn’t over soon enough. When he was about to do it, something happened. He turned his head towards the window.
Standing calmly at its border, was a bug—a beetle. If it was not for the size, it would’ve looked similar to a rhinoceros, for the fact that it had two giant and long sticks just stuck into its head. Its legs were long and it moved with moderation, as if he was temping them…catch me, catch me...It was the colours of a black or brown mess, and there were tiny little hairs on its shell.
Its size… big enough for it be noticed, specially by someone like me, he thought. He stared at the bug for another while. Amazing, amazing.
She was still reading, looking at the computer, giving her back to the window. She hadn’t seen it. “Hey, um…I just found a beetle. It’s just here, by the window.” Somehow he wasn’t excited. The bug was pretty and all, but something just make him stand there—sit there—without doing anything.
“What, the CD of number 1 hits? Yeah it’s fun. If only it helped...” she sounded annoyed and typed something. He definitely didn’t like sarcasm. “No, I swear, it’s an actual beetle! My God, just turn around!” he said. Okay, he had to do something. If these bugs weren’t found in the city, well, this was…a miracle. How could he catch it?
“Thanks, no. Not in the mood to observe wannabe Ringo Star dance around in your front yard.” She wanted to stress him out, and maybe she was doing it. Ha, she thought, how does it feel?
“God dammit! Beetle as in double e! We need to catch it! How do you catch a beetle?” he stood up violently and looked through his mess for something handy. An old sock, a useless jar, anything.
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