I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up

by Tom Swift

What is the story with the beetles we encounter on our walks who manage to go belly up on the sidewalk with no apparent ability to right themselves? They move their myriad legs as if they are running in the park yet they are not moving. They are going nowhere. Maybe not ever again. Unless aided by a human passerby. Is this a blind spot in evolution — that a creature no taller than a pinkie toenail is so back heavy it is helpless if tipped over? I did my deed for the day. I rescued one such beetle. But it wasn’t easy, let me say. He didn’t want to stay on the leaf I used for transport. This is your magic carpet ride, buddy! Sit back — like the only thing you can do — and this will only take a minute. You can thank me later.