potato bug

a few weeks ago, daddy and i were hanging out on grandmom and grandpa's patio. i pointed to a potato bug lying on its back with its feet in the air and asked daddy why it was doing that, and was it because it was hurt. daddy thought about it for a bit and said, "yeah, it's probably because it's hurt." i asked daddy why it was hurt, and was it because i'd stepped on it. daddy said, "yeah, it's probably hurt because you stepped on it." so i asked daddy, "is it because i stepped on it so many times?"