Beatles, or scarabs, intermittently show up for me as a symbol of something flying into my life.  So, I was mesmerized by the beauty of this one.  I thought it was dead, on a pillow in the living room.  I picked it up,put it next to my incense and 3 nice rocks.  Then went back and it had walked away.  Just to show that when  you think something has passed on--not so fast.