Creepy-crawlies in the air... dragonflies, wasps, hover flies, bumblebees, gnats, butterflies,

                                        midges, house flies, moths, lacewings, dance flies, mosquitoes,

 Creepy-crawlies on vegetation... ladybirds, froghoppers, crab spiders, aphids, leaf beetles,

                                               shield bugs, crickets, barklice, grasshoppers, stick insects,

 Creepy-crawlies on the ground... woodlice, earthworms, millipedes, tiger beetles, scorpions,

                                               earwigs, carrion beetles, wolf spiders, slugs, centipedes,













Creepy-Crawly Poetry -

Ground Beetles


These insects are fierce, efficient predators that are active mainly at night. Most species are brown or black, sometimes with a metallic sheen - but a few species are more brightly coloured such as the Green Tiger Beetle, which as it's name suggests is green. All ground beetles have powerful jaws for dealing with their prey and they tend to have long, slim legs which makes them fast runners. Their bodies are long, sleek and quite flat and they have prominent, almost bulging eyes for identifying their next victim. All in all, ground beetles are custom designed for hunting and catching their prey - be it snails, caterpillars or springtails.



     Back on the Ground Beetle


You're stuck on your back and you're spinning around;

like a six-legged breakdancer, but without any sound.

Thrashing wildly as you try to flip over the right way,

but you're trapped belly-up and that's how you'll stay.


You keep turning in circles but you're getting nowhere,

in perpetual motion with your little legs in the air.

A whirling sitting target - you're totally defenceless;

in a situation like this your anatomy seems senseless.


You look like you're riding a miniature merry-go-round,

and you can't get off because you're stuck upside down.

Wriggling your legs and getting increasingly frustrated;

as the hours slowly pass, your life seems creully fated.


You're constantly revolving like a broken roulette wheel,

but the only bet is that you've had your final meal.

Trapped on your back in a predicament that's just dire;

until you run out of energy - and then simply expire...





                                 Violet Ground Beetle

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