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As I pick up large June bugs, stranded on their backs in the McCoy’s parking lot, it seems almost inconsequential or a waste of time to do so. I’m not sure what they did to put themselves in such a position, but I do know they will surely die like that. By design they seem to be destined for such an end. It doesn’t make sense. After so much evolutionary time, one would think that such fatal flaws would have been weeded out by natural selection. Yet, here they are.