The beetle was largish, dark, with a strange wing case bump like the engine on a muscle car. I wanted it.
Also present was Raymond. Explorer, scientist, braggart, narcissist… my greatest rival.
“I’m amazed you haven’t died of vertigo already,” he called from his branch.
“Hah!” I replied. “Your confidence is based only on your flight membranes. You old bat.”
Close enough. I leapt! Wrapped myself around the branch. The beetle was mine.
Crunch. Delicious.
Possible alternative titles:
The Entomophages
Two rivals sitting in a tree, c h e w i n g.
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