|Any coleopterist know what it is?|
But this was no April Fool. A large beetle was indeed trying to burrow its way to safety in the far corner of one of the treads. After a brief photographic sesh with our snazzy new Panasonic Lumix camera, I let it on its way, murmuring Isabella's entomological lines from Measure for Measure:
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great
As when a giant dies.