I have noticed that I’ve been a little jumpy lately. It started when I was in the garden. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that a bug had landed on me.
I reacted quickly and swatted it off. As it fell, I saw it was a ladybug. I felt bad. If I had known it was a ladybug, I would have been careful about getting it off of me.
Then, when I got home after the last day of juggling at Cedar Hill Library, I got out of my car and quickly swatted off a bug.
Yep, another ladybug. This one was a big one! Again I was sorry how I reacted.
Watering the backyard the other day, it happened again. But I wasn’t too worried, just curious on why the ladybugs would be so interested in me all of a sudden.
But last night. What happened last night, has me pondering on there being a more sinister plot happening. I don’t want to alarm anyone especially since I like ladybugs so much. That I have a yard that is bug friendly may be all it is.
However, as I was sitting down on the sofa waiting for my daughter to come watch TV, I felt something on my neck. So I swatted it off. (nice to know I have quick reflexes) And a ladybug fell onto the sofa!!!!!!
A big one.
I grabbed the end of my chopstick and let the ladybug climb aboard. I took it out to the sunflowers. As I walked I looked it in the eye(s) and talked to it about my not being an aphid. and for my being sorry for swatting at it.
I felt like I had had a close call with a vampire!
This morning, there was a ladybug on the kitchen floor. A big one. I’m beginning to think it’s the same ladybug.
Stalking me.
