Anyone who knows me, knows that I hate bugs. I mean, I REALLY hate bugs. Particularly spiders, centipedes, roaches, bees and I'm not that fond of ants either. However, there are two kinds of bugs that I not only tolerate but, I actually like them. Of course, one is a dead giveaway given the title of this entry and the other is the butterfly.
Anyway, there is a reason for this post. Due to the extremely wonky weather we have been having in my area, we have been visited by several ladybugs this winter. At least every other day, I see a new one somewhere in my house. Again, I like ladybugs so, unlike those hairy eight-legged freaky weirdos I would rather not discuss, ladybugs are welcome in my home.
So, as I showered yesterday, I spotted a ladybug on the ceiling about 2 feet from the immediate danger zone of the shower. I was worried she would come closer and have a typical clumsy ladybug moment and drop into the shower to be washed down the drain. So, I kept an eye on her. As predicted, she worked her way into the danger zone and, despite my frantic warnings of "No Ladybug! No!", she continued to wander around the danger zone above my head and, WOOPS! She got in touch with her clumsiness and fell. She stretched out her wings and fluttered her heart out to try to get somewhere safer but, she was felled by a wayward drop. Fortunately, she managed to fall upside down and stick, on her back, to the wet tile wall of the shower. I offered my finger for her to grab ahold and hitch a ride and she gladly accepted. I put her on the top of the shower door, fully knowing that that was nowhere near far enough from danger for Clumsy LB. But, what could I do? I wasn't in a great position to be extending myself beyond the confines of my shower to set her to safety so, I kept an eye out for her again and, sure enough...there she was. She walked the edge of where the tile and the wall meet and, despite my pleas of "No Ladybug! No!" she fell again. This time, she fell to my shower floor and I did the dance of keeping an eye on her while reaching up behind me to shift the shower head over as far from her direction as I could, until I could give her an assist again and offer her another ride on my finger. Again, she accepted my help. Only, this time, I made sure she would be farther away. I gave my hand a good shake and flicked her further into the bathroom.
When I got out of the shower, I couldn't find her immediately but, I saw her eventually. And, once her wings dried out, she flew up into the light. Not that light! The light fixture in our bathroom.
I haven't seen her since but, I learned that I will do all that is humanly possible to rescue the cute ladybugs of our globe. Aren't the spiders jealous? ;)
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