In the house where Marie Treibert grew up, there was a small garden: a paradise of the tiny world that fascinated her. The flying beetle was her favorite. Very early on, Marie understood that her beloved insects had a bad reputation: they were born in the earth, and emerged from decay. For Marie, on the contrary, they had a fantastically rich life. Because before emerging from the earth, from wood, and finally becoming a beetle, the insect had already lived three lives. Marie Treibert recounts this transformation here, to teach us to see differently, and to question our own metamorphoses.