Have you ever had an experience when you felt like you were inside a dream but were really awake. I often pass this lamppost when I go out for a walk. It’s in someone’s yard in front. I don’t know if it really lights, since I only pass it in the daytime, but it always makes me think of Narnia and like I am entering a magical world, even if only for a moment.
But this story isn’t about that lamppost, it’s only related because it gives me that same sense of magic.
It’s just a little story.
That happened about 2 weeks ago.
I tried to turn on the front left burner on my stove so I could start cooking dinner. Now, this burner, which is supposed to light automatically, has needed a little extra help to get started for a long time–usually, I just blow on it. There’s nothing wrong with it. I won’t tell you how much I paid to have a repair person come and tell me that.
But this day, it seemed like the little spark was smaller than usual or was just different somehow. No matter how hard or from what angle I blew on it, it wouldn’t light.
So I took off the grill and then took off the little cap that sits on top.
And, laying on it’s back, with it’s legs waving in the air, was a little beetle. It was wedged in, so I could ‘t reach it with my fingers, so I used a closed scissors to flip it over.
Here he is….
I’ve never seen a beetle like that around here. I saw iridescent ones similar to that in Nicaragua.
I lifted it out and put it out on my back porch.
It was still there the next morning, but it was dead.
Poor thing. I don’t think it could have been there for long. It doesn’t seem like a very good place to live– even for a beetle.
But for a few days after that, that burner lit by itself.
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