When I was little I loved the June bug, he was my all time favorite bug. He was red with a hard shell and little feet that tickled as he would crawl around on my hand. And unlike the roly poly and the doodle bug, he was fairly durable. I would watch and wait with great anticipation every spring for his appearance.
I would gather several June Bugs into my hand and then transfer them into a paper cup or other container. They were amazing little creatures. They would spend hours crawling around the bottom of the container, crawling over each other or trying to climb up the steep sides only to fall back down into the bottom to start all over again.