Rove beetles scurried under the damp logs, preying on tiny insect larvae.

I remember collecting stag-beetles in the summer when I was a child.

Cardinal beetles gathered on the old wooden gate, their vivid crimson bodies standing out against the green ivy.

During the conservation survey, we discovered deathwatch beetles quietly tunneling through the attic beams.

I watched whirligig beetles circle rapidly on the pond's surface, reflecting sunlight like tiny polished coins.

In the late summer garden, soldier beetles clustered on the goldenrod, preying on aphids and helping pollinate the flowers.

The beetle-headed apprentice struggled to follow even the simplest instructions.

A flea beetle chewed tiny holes in the leaves of my tomato plants last night.

Flea beetles chewed countless holes in the young radish leaves overnight.

At dusk, a swarm of thunderbolt beetles lit up the meadow as if the stars had fallen to earth.