My dad used to drive a Beetle.

I heard Tom snapping his fingers.

On one side, a bike, on the other, a blue, dirty beetle.

Cutting to the present is a rude awakening, like snapping out of a dream.

So I watched all the photographers snapping away, but I came away with nothing.

Curious travelers are, therefore, restricted to snapping pictures of the uglier side of Kazakhstan's largest city.

I mean, a stag beetle it's got two points for jaws, it's got antennae. Can you be that specific in the detail?

difficult or not completely healthy children are a heavy burden, one that might lead to someone snapping and killing them.

And this is an x ray picture of a real beetle, and a Swiss watch, back from '88. You look at that what was true then is certainly true today.

Ever since China rejoined the global economy three decades ago, its trading partners have been snapping up its manufacturing exports, because low Chinese wages made them super competitive.

The photo shows a woman on a scooter snapping a photo of Beckham she was not wearing a helmet and worse, there was a child sleeping between her legs.

Aleksandar Lambros, a Serbian born photographer currently living and working in Monaco, has been snapping photos of tell tale details of Belgrade's architectural history and collecting them on his blog.

Phylogeny and systematics Fossil record A 2007 study based on DNA of living beetles and maps of likely beetle evolution indicated beetles may have originated during the Lower Permian, up to 299 million years ago.

One day, in the subway, I was snapping pictures of the tracks hoping to catch a rat or two, and a man came up to me and said, You can't take photographs here.

He accused big construction firms of keeping property prices high by snapping up land but not using it, and urged Mrs May to abandon quotas on affordable homes to fix Britain's housing disgrace.

Now, the beast is reawakening, the threads are snapping one after another, and the world faces the task, neglected for ten critical years, not so much of restoring as of reinventing the control of nuclear arms.

Only in the Northern Beetle, in a facetious feuilleton about the singer Drabanti who had lost his voice, were a few contemptuous remarks interpolated about Koznyshev's book, indicating that it had long ago been condemned by everybody and consigned to general ridicule.

They were mere outlines for more serious measures, that, even when the Cold War ended ten years ago, were never put in place. Now, the beast is reawakening, the threads are snapping one after another, and the world faces the task, neglected for ten critical years, not so much of restoring as of reinventing the control of nuclear arms.