Me and my ironclad beetles. If you read my blog, you know I've come across several this year. And I love them all. This morning, though, I was saddened to find one dead at the bottom of the metal bucket we keep under the a/c drip line right outside the back garage door. I mean that beetle was GONE. It was bluish in color and all curled up. "Poor thing," I said. "I'm so sorry!" I fished out the body and dropped it between the rocks and concrete patio near the bucket. I felt really bad.
Just awhile, I stepped outside and what should I see but AN IRONCLAD BEETLE! Right on the concrete! Right away, I searched and searched for the body of the dead one I'd deposited (in photo below you can see the open area between the rocks and concrete..that's where I dropped the dead beetle). But, I promise, there is no beetle carcass to be found there. I really wish I'd taken a photo of the drowned beetle. But why? At the time, I never considered the thought that I might need proof that a beetle drowned in our metal bucket.
I truly believe that the happy, healthy ironclad beetle I found is the same one I believed to be drowned and dead. Is that possible? I shall ask some experts! Meanwhile, I transferred my beetle friend Lazarus to the fragrant mistflower just across the way in our yard.
O Happy Day for one ironclad beetle. And me!