the beetle and the window


Jess and I were sitting on the second floor of the library when a big green beetle appeared. It was buzzing outside the window and trying to get in. Thud, thud, thud. For five minutes straight it kept flying into the glass, not once learning its lesson.

These particular windows cannot be opened (and it’s not like we can talk the beetle out of its misery) so Jess and I could do nothing but watch.

Jess: “I feel like that beetle sometimes.”

Me, too.