The Saharan Dung Beetle: A Modern Incarnation of Sisyphus

So, it was just another one of those sexy-ass Saturday mornings, laying out, recovering, and watching some Discovery. All of a sudden, I find myself enthralled by the saga of the Saharan dung beetle. These Planet Earth type shows have a way with personification that make me feel like this shit-pushing beetle is my best friend and every bit of his struggle is in some way a struggle of my own. So it goes without saying that when this poor beetle, an outcast of bug society, trying his best to trudge along though his shitty (get it? haha) life, becomes locked in an epic struggle trying to roll his ball of camel poop up a loose packed sand dune, I almost shed a tear. For over five minutes, I watched the persistent beetle roll the deuce ball up the dune, only for gravity to defeat him just before he is able to breach the crest of the dune. What had this beetle done to deserve the punishment of rolling his chunk of excrement uphill only to fail just before victory again and again and again? Then it dawned on me that this beetle was merely a modern incarnation of Sisyphus, king of Ephyra, forced by the gods to push a boulder uphill just to have it roll back down again before he could achieve victory, and repeat the task until his death. Poor dung beetle. I wish I could sponsor such dung beetles for like $.35 a day, less than a price of coffee, and provide him with a beetle dune buggy or off-road Segway or something. I think I am most upset at the heartless camera man who stood idly by as the dung beetle faced failure over and over again. What a bastard. Just chuck the turd ball up the hill, problem solved. Quit being a dick, bro.