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trickykittyThere are only a few types of bugs I will kill on site (sometimes after much squirming and icking and/or realizing that no one else is around to do the killing for me, because I can sometimes be a pansy like that), and beetles isn't one of them.
Today I saw a HUGE beetle strolling along my work hallway past the door to my office. He was easy enough to identify as a Calosoma, aka caterpillar hunter, due to his brilliantly shiny green abdomen and oddly shaped black head. He was heading away from my boss's office, and I followed him as he marched under the door and into the garage. When I opened the door, he actually turned around and looked UP at me, decided I wasn't a problem, and turned back to continue his exploring. At that point I didn't care where he went, so I closed the door and went back to work.
About 10 minutes later I saw him back in my boss's office. Bossman said to kill him, but me being me, I wanted to try to get him back outside instead. I was proud of my boss who helped me gently sweep him with a broom all the way through our little office and out the front door, which doesn't have the same space between the door and the floor as the door to the garage does. I watched him walk towards the neighbor's doorway, and again I returned to my office.
Another 10 minutes, and there he goes trotting past my doorway again towards Bossman's office. "I give up. You can kill him now since he didn't seem to understand how lucky he was the first time that you didn't kill him."
Bossman says, "Oh, HELL NO. I'm going to punt him."
Which he did, many times, back down the hallway, back out into the garage, and then he closed the door, probably to keep the Heat of Texas Summer Afternoon Hell out, but I'd like to think it was to save me from a scene of unimaginable violence.
I actually guessed upon first seeing him that he might be capable of emitting a stinky smell, which the wiki confirms, but at no point did he do so - even while being literally punted like a golf ball around in the office.
This evening at home, a baby beetle-like bug either jumped or fell, but managed to bounce off one of my fingers while I was holding the mouse and playing a little game before going to sleep. I wasn't in the mood to deal with his punk ass after Giganto's earlier proof of lack of self-preservation in the office. Little Babe got captured and sent down the toilet.
Today I saw a HUGE beetle strolling along my work hallway past the door to my office. He was easy enough to identify as a Calosoma, aka caterpillar hunter, due to his brilliantly shiny green abdomen and oddly shaped black head. He was heading away from my boss's office, and I followed him as he marched under the door and into the garage. When I opened the door, he actually turned around and looked UP at me, decided I wasn't a problem, and turned back to continue his exploring. At that point I didn't care where he went, so I closed the door and went back to work.
About 10 minutes later I saw him back in my boss's office. Bossman said to kill him, but me being me, I wanted to try to get him back outside instead. I was proud of my boss who helped me gently sweep him with a broom all the way through our little office and out the front door, which doesn't have the same space between the door and the floor as the door to the garage does. I watched him walk towards the neighbor's doorway, and again I returned to my office.
Another 10 minutes, and there he goes trotting past my doorway again towards Bossman's office. "I give up. You can kill him now since he didn't seem to understand how lucky he was the first time that you didn't kill him."
Bossman says, "Oh, HELL NO. I'm going to punt him."
Which he did, many times, back down the hallway, back out into the garage, and then he closed the door, probably to keep the Heat of Texas Summer Afternoon Hell out, but I'd like to think it was to save me from a scene of unimaginable violence.
I actually guessed upon first seeing him that he might be capable of emitting a stinky smell, which the wiki confirms, but at no point did he do so - even while being literally punted like a golf ball around in the office.
This evening at home, a baby beetle-like bug either jumped or fell, but managed to bounce off one of my fingers while I was holding the mouse and playing a little game before going to sleep. I wasn't in the mood to deal with his punk ass after Giganto's earlier proof of lack of self-preservation in the office. Little Babe got captured and sent down the toilet.
