This big beetle on my patio must be drunk as fuck! He can’t fly for shit, whirling around, bouncing off the wall that he still hasn’t figured out that he can’t fly Through, and ends up (yet again) buzzing around angrily, on his back. I’ve helped him get upright numerous times…and right back to the same approach: “Oh, oh! I know! I’ll just fly through that solid wall, bounce off and fall to the ground on my back, then buzz around in futile anger till the guy with the stick helps me again. He’ll LOVE that!” I’ve literally seen him take off and fly like Zero inches before crashing again. It’s strangely quiet now. He’s sitting in a crack in the pavement, pondering his shame.
~yb