A southwest blow on ye and blister you all o'er!' 'The red plague rid you!' 'Toads, beetles, bats, light on you!' 'As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed with raven's feather from unwholesome fen drop on you. ' 'Strange stuff' 'Thou jesting monkey thou' 'Apes with foreheads villainous low' 'Pied ninny' 'Blind mole. . . ' -The Caliban Curses
The reason I vote Democrat is because I think it's better to pay billions for oil to people who hate us, but not drill our own because it might upset some endangered beetle, gopher, or fish here in America. We don't care about the beetles, gophers, or fish in those other countries.
Some people collect butterflies - I love beetles.
When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles. . . . . . they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle bottle paddle battle.
God has an inordinate fondness for beetles.
We can, for example, be fairly confident that either there will be a world without war or there won't be a world - at least, a world inhabited by creatures other than bacteria and beetles, with some scattering of others.
The idea of beetles came into my head. I decided to spell it BEATles to make it look like beat music, just a joke.
For Tim Burton's birthday I gave him a rainbow beetle. He loved it!
They took a baseball bat and whacked open his head. Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead. Inside of his head were no candy or prizes, just a few stray beetles of various sizes.
For a moment, I believe, there was a stillness. A shocking realization by all things - beetles, dormice, the spiders spinning their webs in the moonlight, even the hot metal of the tracks and the wind in the trees - that Death had just shrieked past like a stinking black eagle and made off with a remarkable man.
The Creator, if He exists, has a special preference for beetles.
