We were sitting at the campfire when a May beetle (June bug) lumbered into the light. After circling the fire's perimeter a few times his flight path became more and more elliptical until he flew right through the heat column. The blast of heat knocked him to the ground about 4 or 5 feet away. He didn't move for a couple of minutes so I assumed he was dead. But then we heard a buzz and again he was airborne. His next sortie was even more awkward and he was barely able to remain aloft. Again he flew through the fire but this time he got badly burned and crumpled to the ground about a foot from the fire pit's edge. After lying on his back for awhile he slowly righted himself and used his last bit of life to laboriously approach the fire pit. With slow determination he crested the rock border and tumbled into the coals. I've never understood the moth and flame phenomenon. I thought insects were "programmed" to survive. Apparently the propensity for light is so strong that it supersedes the survival instinct. Why? This compulsion must serve some purpose but I sure don't know what it is. I think it's very, very odd.