He's died 47 billion times. He rates every death out of 10.

Klik has been reincarnating since before Earth had oxygen. He's been bacteria, dinosaurs, stars, and aliens. He could come back as anything—whale, human, god.

He chooses bug.

Not because he's stuck. Because brief lives teach you to pay attention.

In this collection of diary entries spanning 8 billion years, Klik recounts the deaths that shaped the hamster named Gerald who tortured him on a wheel (3/10, Gerald was an asshole), the 248 times he flew into bug zappers despite knowing better (1/10, when will he learn), and the 67 perfect days he spent as a dung beetle in love (12/10, worth every moment).

He searches for Crunch, his companion lost for 100 million years. He keeps encountering Officer Smith, who was once a priest who forgave a flea. He protects ants because someone has to remember them.

Part comedy, part cosmic philosophy, part love letter to every small thing that ever lived and died unnoticed—For a Few Beetles More asks the What would you learn if you died a billion times and remembered every single one?

The Duration doesn't matter. Presence does.

And death isn't the ending. It's just Thursday.

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