The sun had barely cleared the lip of the garden wall when Leo found it. A jewel, no bigger than his pinky nail, crawled across the cracked mud of the strawberry patch. Its shell was a polished, iridescent green, like a drop of molten metal that had somehow grown legs.
“The very same. And what are crabs? Arthropods. What are spiders? Arthropods. What are centipedes, millipedes, lobsters, and the tiny water fleas in the rain barrel? Arthropods. And what is your beetle?” is a beetle an arthropod
“A beetle,” he whispered, carefully coaxing it onto a dandelion leaf. The sun had barely cleared the lip of