I was doing a little sweeping up last night and came across some discarded carcasses of long-dead Lady Bugs. Those of you who've been with me since October or so probably remember my earlier posts about my little friends. I've been finding dead ones the last few days, just scattered about. Mostly around windows, probably trying to get outside with the 50 degree weather we've been graced with over the past week here in D.C.
Well, as I was sweeping I noticed one of them moving, its bright red, black spotted body trying to scuttle away on its little legs. I popped it out of the dustbin and it crawled away under the laundry machine. I can only assume going home by way of some magic portal. I imagine their homeland to be some vast forest that's always green and lush, and there are plenty of aphids to munch on. At least I hope they have better places to go than under my washing machine.
Excelsior.
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I think ladybugs (and some spiders) are the only bugs that don't creep me out. Unlike spiders, I'll let a ladybug walk on my hand.
Ladybugs are the least creepy of all bugs. They're more like walking little rubies. Probably why they have such a pretty little name. They do some pretty funky things, though, when agitated.
Yeah, I definitely like ladybugs better than any other bug. In fact I hate all other bugs, except lightning bugs.
Wow. Deja vu! I know I've said this before!
They're "like walking little rubies" !!!
I loved both of these posts - what a neat thing, all those coincidences.
And this part: "I can only assume going home by way of some magic portal. I imagine their homeland to be some vast forest that's always green and lush, and there are plenty of aphids to munch on."
Now I'll be daydreaming about ladybugs forests and carpets of ladybugs off on pilgrimmage through secret portals under your washing machine.
It might be like Being John Malkovich, this portal of yours...
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