Came across this guy just chillin', just like that, in front of my door. I have no idea how or why a stag beetle would be found 11 stories up a mountain of concrete and steel, but there you are.
Anyway, so I gathered him up and took him inside, and placed him in a glass container. He seemed pretty feeble, and I had this vague impression that he was near death, and I would soon have a cool addition to my hoardery. Except he was fine a day later, and I had to admit I was keeping a creature prisoner, waiting for it to die. It was such a repellent realization, I actually felt evil. I had to let him go.
