Weirdest thing. I think I saw yet another beetle, face-up, legs semi-curled in the fetal position, just lifeless on the garage floor as I was going out to "work" at the U today.
It's the third of fourth I've seen in the garage. One I ran over even though it was alive and I thought wasn't in the path or was walking out of the path of my reversing tires. Dammit.
Weirder, one I saw for a couple, maybe even a few, days upside down, legs kicking as if it was struggling to right itself, with something attached to its body and maybe holding it down that way. After a couple or a few times walking around it to get into my car, I decided to help it out; I used (I think) my keys to put him upright. And away it went, somewhere around my garage.
The next day, I believe, while getting into my car, I saw, I believe, that same beetle. It was back in the position I first found it, face-up. Only it was kicking its legs. It was dead. The hell?
When, how and why is our garage a beetle hospice?
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