Dung Beetle: Genre Undetermined

He watched as the dung beetle doggedly pushed her ball forward as she walked backward on her front legs. It was quite an impressive collection. He thought he even glimpsed a bit of gold inside the ball, shining briefly in the sun as it rolled past. He felt a kinship with the dung beetle. She was busy in her travails, unable even to see where she was going, navigating only by the path she left behind her, clear of all obstacles. Nobody would want to touch a dung beetle, but none would obstruct them, either. Why should they? Left to herself, the dung beetle would clean up messes so that others didn't have to, dedicatedly pushing her little balls of dung forward while she walked backwards.

Inspiration: Dung beetles.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Not really a story idea, just a character intro.