End of the what again?

I crossed Hoddle St cautiously this morning.

I felt the slight breeze flowing through my handicapped hair and approached the 246 bus stop with the calm and ease of a Yoga Guru.

I looked to the sky, disappointed to not see any hot air balloons floating above me, yet happy that there wasn't a magpie in sight.

I exhaled with relief, finally.....a moments peace.

I arrived at the bus stop a little early, so decided to do the waiting walk. You know, the one where you have your hands in your pockets and look at the ground, look at the sky, walk up, walk down, turn around and start again.....

Who would have thought looking down at the ground could be so threatening for a Thursday morning hung over jelkie.

The beetles were back. Not the beetles with another best of album, but the BEETLES BEETLES....you remember the ones.....all scrambling to enter the car dealer-ship. Trying to get through the cracks?

Yeah, well they were back again and it ain't Christmas Jesus....so I wana know "What the fizzle with the bizzles?"

I hear no response from the Universe, but I feel one coming from the right side of my brain.

Oh, no. False alarm. Hmmmm, how does one work when the spinning is still apparent....?

I think I'm going to ask Doctor Carl about this. I'm confused.

I don't think anyone really appreciates how disgusting the cluster of beetles is!

Imagine it. Go on, I dare you.

Close your eyes and picture a thousand of these (see inset picture) scrambling through cracks.

Hehehe crack.

PS: Jager on Wednesday is not good for you.

PPS: News just out!

The beetle is actually a "DUNG BEETLE"
They eat poo and burrow through it.

Does this mean there is a chamber of poo beneath the car dealer-ship?

I think I should ask them....