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.

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.

On humid summer nights, fire beetles drifted above the river like tiny, glowing lanterns.

The farmer sprayed the field to control potato beetles before they destroyed the crop.