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The Day the Junebugs Came
Charlie knew that summer had come the day the Junebugs arrived. It didn't matter to him that his mother told him that that wasn't necessarily true. It didn't matter to him that his father told him that it wasn't true. And it even didn't matter to him that his teachers told him that summer always started on the longest day of the year.
Usually, some time in May, the Junebugs would start arriving in little groups. He didn't know where they came from or why, just that they would start showing up. He'd go out in the morning on the way to school and there would be two or three hanging on the screen of the screen door and three or four hanging on the screen of the front window and five or six hanging on the screen of the screened in part of the front porch. For a few days, there would be a few more everyday. Then, one day, he would open the door, the hard door, and he wouldn't be able to see through the screen of the screen door because it would be entirely covered with the little honey-colored scarab beetles. He knew, too, that they would be coating all the screens – like beaded curtains – but not just the screens; there would also be a layer of them across the porch itself and even some hanging from the ceiling.
That day each year was the day summer arrived.