Many sizable insects and other creepy-crawlies love my house. They come in numbers. Most of them I catch with a pair of chopsticks and toss out as gently as I can. This holds for large spiders, scorpions, praying mantises, and the like. Unfortunately, grasshoppers I usually have to kill, as I just did a moment ago. They hop and fly all over the place, thus preventing my charitable expulsion. But scarab beetles are a real joy. They do not require the use of chopsticks, either. Whenever I spot one of them, I pick it up as gently as I can with my fingers, let it roll into the palm of my hand, and I toss it out with utmost care. More often than not, it opens its wings in midair and buzzes away with aplomb. Each time this happens, I feel almost grateful to the insect. No claws, no barbs, no stings, no nasty tricks of any kind. No wonder Egyptians worshiped them so many years ago. Come to think of it, who has ever worshiped grasshoppers?