Waiter, waiter, there's a beetle in my...

Owen was utterly delighted to find a black beetle in his breakfast glass this morning.

We chose not to tell the owners because they had saved our skins last night by booking us in even though the hotel was closed up for the night; everyone was tucked-up warm against the winter storm. However, Owen's excited chatter attracted the attention of some French and English tourists sitting near-by and they looked less than impressed at Owen's discovery.