Little Sister found another dead beetle on the front porch.
“Bee!” She shrieked in glee. She extended her pointer finger and pressed it against the beetle’s back. The pressure of her finger caused the beetle to shoot through the air in a big arc. The beetle’s post-mortem gymnastics delighted Little Sis so much that she repeated the performance over and over until
her finger went through the exoskeleton. I thought it was gross. She thought it was hilarious.