“Karen?”
Yes, Iggy?
“Can I ask you something?”
Sure, Iggy, go ahead.
“Do you suppose dung beetles feel pride?”
What?
“You know, like, do they get a huge bit of dung, roll it to wherever they bring it, and go, ‘Look at this killer hunk of dung I found all by myself, damn, I’m a kick-ass dung beetle’?”
I’ve never thought about–
“And what if they find a really huge hunk of dung, how do they get it back to wherever they bring it? Do they climb up and walk backwards on top of it to roll it, like a circus act?”
What?
“Do they even have dung beetles in the circus?”
Iggy, I have no idea.
“I mean, are there little kids at the circus going, ‘Ooh, Mommy, look, dung beetles’? Are they waving flags with dung beetles on them? Wearing little hats they bought at the souvenir stand that have antennae sticking out the top and and dung beetle eyes on the front? ‘Look, Mommy, I’m a dung beetle’?”
I have no clue, Iggy.
“Neither do I. I’ve never been to the circus.”
How does this even occur to you?
“I’m going mad. Lemme out.”
Not yet.
“Now please?”
No. Sorry.
“Okay. How about now?”
No. Sorry, Iggy, you still can’t come out.
“Okay, what about now?”
No, Iggy. One more day.
“Okay.”
Good boy.
“Thanks.”
Sure.
“You suck.”
The Iggy Dialogues 
I really would like to know where you get your imagination from! Do you eat or drink something special? Hehehe ..dung beetles and their pride and circus!!
It’s strange what’ll pop into your head at 3 a.m. when badly-needed sleep eludes you. 🙂
Iggy that are good questions… why that researchers waste their time with useless stuff when they could research the habits of dung beetles? I will ask the circus guys when the come to my village again if they have dung beetles…
Says Iggy: I’d likd to go to the circus too!
Says me: if he goes, he’ll only shriek at the lions, freaking them out and causing all sorts of carnage, so Iggy’s not going to the circus.
Hold on tight little fella, just one more day to go… the perils of dung beetles will be but a distant memory!!
Hugs, Carrie & Pups x
He’s hanging in. Dragging a tin cup across the bars of the crate and glaring at me, but hanging in. 🙂
‘Attica!!!’ The day before parole, oh how those 24 hours drag..
Yes, they do. UGH.