Without a doubt the sickest thing in the world. I've never cared for insects that much, except for the harmless, nice looking ones. But Junebugs are like having a nightmare, waking up, and realizing the nightmare is still going on. I've encountered a few of these beasts many times over the past few weeeks, at Julias where it was unceremoniously dropped on my shirt, at Briggins where there was an army swarming around his front porch and most recently, a bug the size of Kansas just waiting for me on my front door.
Step aside Dorothy, lions, tigers and bears got nothing on Junebugs.
This should be the reality of all Junebugs, and that is there is no reality, they should be nonexistant.