In the morning, when I stood in the garden, my neighbour came walking to me with his hand outstretched. I have something you will like to take a photo of, he said. He opened his hand and there she was, the cockchafer. Is she dead? I asked. Oh no, he said, look, he gently blew on her and she moved a bit. He said it was the first one he had seen this year. I took some pictures while the beetle sat on his hand. Why did you blew? I asked. And the answer was: To warm her a bit, then she is able to move a bit. He gave the beetle to me and I set her on the Ranunculus and watched her fly away.