My life as a Japanese beetle began with my mother, she laid me in the turf about a month ago. She was a last year beetle and dug down beneath the turf to escape the cold hardness that comes at the end of time. She dug deep and survived into the new age. After the warm returned, she dug herself out, got a bite to eat, and went about her business. I
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