I heard a loud shriek, followed by "bu ... bu ... BUG!!" She ran into the living room and flew into her grandfather's arms, trying to climb up on his shoulders to get as far away from the floor as possible. The look of terror on her face was palpable and heartbreaking. The villain, I believe, is a species of Prionus. I got her calmed down and we bravely picked the animal up in a paper towel. She got close enough to remark how long his "feelers" were. Just before I released the critter to the back yard, through the door I had had open for the dog, it bit me on a knuckle joint.