I was walking along harvesting pickling dill for the CSA when I came across a plant with yellow flowers I couldn’t identify. I leaned in to take a closer look to find the leaves, stems, and especially the flowering head of the plant fully occupied with iridescent beetles in the act of coitus. “What is going on over here?” I asked, giggling to myself. What looked like the equivalent of an insect orgy was in full swing. The two beetles at the top of the flower were raising their spindly insect arms up high, celebrating their climax at the pinnacle. It was quite a sight to see, distracting me from the harvest at hand. I still don’t know what that plant is, but I know the beetles are surely fond of it. I should probably look up those beetles. Perhaps I should have stopped them from reproducing.