Ladybug, So Sweet, Please Go Away You Dudebug
What do you call a man ladybug? I call it a pest. . . and the ladies too! Bugs. . . Texas. . . Country. . . Unfortunately, that’s a trifecta it seems I’m doomed to live with year round this year.
Yowsers. . . I thing it was three years ago we witnessed our first ladybug invasion. Yes, a few got in the house, but they went all inside DH’s deer blind parked in our driveway. But, the worst was that they somehow made it into our truck. We literally had at least 100 of the things in the truck. But, I know, then, that it was before hunting season that year. We hadn’t witnessed the likes of which since. . . until this year.
Oh Boy. . . or should I say OH LADY! They have invaded the house with the same passion they invaded the truck. . . . but have multiplied their numbers. They some how get in the house. . . I’ve no idea how. . . given that they got into our truck a few years ago and how airtight that truck has always been. . . there’s no telling how they found their way in. Normally, I find ladybugs really pretty. . . but in the past few months, I’ve lost that image. Dead ladybugs are not pretty. Especially in masses on my window sills. I suppose it’s better than other bugs. But, this invasion. . . it’s been going on since at least November. They just keep coming. It’s been going on for three months.
They are as dumb as any other bug. . . We hear them for hours flying into the light fixtures in our living room. . ka thud, ka thud, ka thud. The other day. . . I think one knocked him self paralyzed because he finally fell straight down and next to me on the chair. . . where he stayed for what seemed like an eternity. I think another one has melted to the light. I don’t have a surface in the house that hasn’t had a dead ladybug on it. This morning when I heard a crunch beneath my feet, I totally crinched at the thought of stepping on a ladybug (which I figured was another dead one.) Thankfully, it was just a leaf we must have tracked in yesterday.
Tonight, one found the lights of my computer screen and proceeded to apparently kick the bucket on my delete key sometime after I took these pictures. This one clearly was a dude. . given his coloration.
Can a take a moment to whine and simply say I’ve had enough. . won’t ya’ll please go play outside.
Tonight’s male aggravation:
On his way to what apparently became his final resting place:
Related posts:
- Weird Things I Wonder: Deer Season Edition, Part 3
- Looking Back
- Are You Ready For That Airstream?
- Welcome
- One Little Word 2011: Home