Ladybugs!

Ladybug, ladybug fly away home,
Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
All except one,
And her name is Ann,
And she hid under the baking pan.

Ur…good lord! That’s a terrible nursery rhyme, but it is what popped up 1st on a search for “ladybug” on the ‘net. Man, those old-time parents were a grim lot!

Anyway, we are being invaded. Daily, no matter the temperature, we are finding at least a half dozen Ladybugs hanging out on the north windows of the dining room, which is currently serving as our bedroom. We keep shooing them out of the house…and they are readily replaced either by the same ones (not likely) or a seemingly endless supply.

Ladybugs at the Old Vic

Ladybugs at the Old Vic

Spring should be interesting…

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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