A Garden Beetle Ride

The screen door had a tiny gap at the bottom, so I squeezed right through into the humid midday warmth! My feet hit real soil and crunchy pebbles instead of indoor wood. Just by a damp terra-cotta flowerpot, an emerald-green ground beetle was marching steadily along a mossy groove. I didn't hesitate—I stepped up onto a smooth round stone and light. My hand and gave me an unexpected, bumpy tour straight toward a patch of towering yellow marigolds.