I made a run to our local shopping centre yesterday. I had planned on spending more time with Spot but sometimes I have to recognize the fact that I should spend time with Maria too so with Spot left snoring on the couch, off we went shopping. A quick stop at the Dollar Store (which is now really the dollar-and-a-quarter Store) then over to the Penn Centre.
Maria stopped at The Bay and picked up a little jar of eye shadow that had to have a gold or platinum base it was so expensive, then informed me she was finished shopping and we could go home. What?? It hardly seemed worthwhile going to The Penn then leaving after one purchase so we decided to do the ‘circle route’ on our way out. And right glad we did because we came across an amazing bug, beetle, moth and butterfly display.
Bugs of every species! Tiny, huge; scorpions, spiders; walking sticks and crawling thingies. And much to my joy, a shadow box displaying my most favourite bugs of all – dung beetles! All kinds of dung beetles – big and small.
The poor things have always reminded me of Sisyphus who was doomed to roll a rock up a hill only to have it roll back down. Dung beetles spend their life rolling poop around, though, admittedly, they do have more success in their life’s quest than what Sisyphus did. At least when the dung beetle has enough poop rolled into a fair sized ball it can lay a few eggs in it, whereas Sisyphus was obviously too thick to stop rolling that rock in order to find time to procreate.
I have always thought if one is of an eastern religious persuasion, what kind of caper must have he/she have pulled to be reincarnated as a dung beetle. Surely just knowing that dung beetles exist would be enough to keep one on the straight and narrow. And if Judaeo-Christian, one would have to ask what in the name of Him/Herself was He/She thinking of when He/She created a dung beetle. Darwin probably has the answer. No matter the reasoning, my life seems complete now that I have seen a dung beetle up close and personal.
The accompanying photo is not that of a dung beetle rolling a ball of poop but my bulldog rolling in a load of goose poop at Lakeside Park yesterday.
Maria stopped at The Bay and picked up a little jar of eye shadow that had to have a gold or platinum base it was so expensive, then informed me she was finished shopping and we could go home. What?? It hardly seemed worthwhile going to The Penn then leaving after one purchase so we decided to do the ‘circle route’ on our way out. And right glad we did because we came across an amazing bug, beetle, moth and butterfly display.
Bugs of every species! Tiny, huge; scorpions, spiders; walking sticks and crawling thingies. And much to my joy, a shadow box displaying my most favourite bugs of all – dung beetles! All kinds of dung beetles – big and small.
The poor things have always reminded me of Sisyphus who was doomed to roll a rock up a hill only to have it roll back down. Dung beetles spend their life rolling poop around, though, admittedly, they do have more success in their life’s quest than what Sisyphus did. At least when the dung beetle has enough poop rolled into a fair sized ball it can lay a few eggs in it, whereas Sisyphus was obviously too thick to stop rolling that rock in order to find time to procreate.
I have always thought if one is of an eastern religious persuasion, what kind of caper must have he/she have pulled to be reincarnated as a dung beetle. Surely just knowing that dung beetles exist would be enough to keep one on the straight and narrow. And if Judaeo-Christian, one would have to ask what in the name of Him/Herself was He/She thinking of when He/She created a dung beetle. Darwin probably has the answer. No matter the reasoning, my life seems complete now that I have seen a dung beetle up close and personal.
The accompanying photo is not that of a dung beetle rolling a ball of poop but my bulldog rolling in a load of goose poop at Lakeside Park yesterday.
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