Around noon, I went outside to get my mail and check the front yard. A beetle seemed to be crawling around the garage for some odd reason. The beetle was weird, it had long antennae and small pincers. I'm not a bug expert, so my best guess was a beetle. Yet it acted weird. I didn't want to kill it off, so I tried to sweep it away and scare it off. The damned thing didn't give up and continued to come back, despite me whacking it a clear 10 feet away. I didn't think much of it and just let it do it's thing, it's hot outside and what harm would it do?
Several hours passed and it was still around. Not a big deal, but then it started to dash for my door. I'm guessing it could smell the cold air and wanted in. I tried one more time to scare it off, but it did not move. I made noises, whacked it around, everything. I could feel the beetles determination, so I had no choice but to kill it.
I found bug spray and hoped it would work on it, it did. The bug died and I was left with a dead bug that was trying to either get in the cool air or get food. I was not sure what to do for a moment but came to the conclusion that I would bury it.
I found it odd to bury a bug of all things, but I didn't do it because of whatever it was as a race. I buried it because it had the fury and determination to get what it wanted, no matter the cost. I buried the beetle, made a prayer and reflected upon what had happened.
There is a lesson to this, even now I am trying to make sense of it, but I will understand it with time.