Golden Beetle

I was scanning around the garden as I waited for Roy to pee when this gentlebug's gold-tinted carapace caught my torchlight.


The beetle was stretching each of his legs in turn. I suppose he'd been sleeping most of the day and was still a little drowsy.


Neither he nor the woodlouse moved at all upon the nettle leaf as I poddled down to the house for the camera. And both remained still as I tried to find an angle between the camera and headtorch...