I'll start this by saying I really don't like bugs. I'm OK with the bug about to be discussed, by they are a little too similar to my nemesis, the cockroach.
So, here's the deal.
Reagan loves to eat june bugs.
He loves to chase them, scratch them, smash them, roll in them, chomp them out of the air, and EAT them. Sitting outside with me while I'm raining is like a feast to him. He loves them best alive, when they cling to his muzzle, because then he gets to fling them into the air…
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