(I’m uneasy about doing that sort of thing. It occurs to me
that I have no right to interfere with the life path of an innocent creature which
hasn’t done me any harm. It wasn’t even in the way, for heaven’s sake. But curious
I am, so I permitted myself to err mightily – and felt guilty in consequence. I
seem to be feeling guilty a lot lately.)
Anyway, according to Google’s Images of Beetles, it was a
species with the imposing title Brown
Beetle. Oh well, so much for tonight’s excursion into the exotic. I took it
to the further end of the room and left it on the piece of paper to continue
its inoffensive existence without further assault from some damn human.
It sat there, unmoving, for an hour. A whole hour. Beetles
must do a good line in patience. I went to the kitchen to fetch a small scotch,
and when I came back it had gone. Good. I feel better already.
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