'ladybug ladybug kisses the bones pushing through'
So, this morning I woke up and there was a ladybug on my face, resting her little wings under my right eyeball. It was fairly bizarre. I suppose they don't like the cold. Although I never much thought of an eyeball as being warm... I picked her off and set her on the ground; hopefully she flew back up to wherever the hell she belongs.
There's a little infestation of ladybugs up in the skylight, which is right over my bed. They huddle there, coming and going (apparently there's a ladybug-sized crack somewhere in the roof). I don't mind them in general, they go about their business and I go about mine. I told Chris and Dave it was "the cutest infestation ever" (thank you Mitch Hedberg), so no need for worrying.
And sometimes when I'm bored I'll stare out the skylight and watch the birds on the line.
They're pretty funny about which bird gets to sit where, and converse huffily for several minutes until there is only one left.
This while I was chatting with my friend Christopher the other night.
They rarely come off the ceiling unless it's super cold, but when they do it's always entertaining to see where they end up. I never hear or feel them land, either. They just suddenly appear.
And they keep Alpo some kind of busy. She doesn't actively chase them, because they don't really move around in a stalkable fashion. But every now and again, they will just randomly appear on her level, and this boggles her. She can't really figure out how they just get there, slipping past her ninja-feline security. So when they come down, she'll spend a couple of hours watching them sit there and do nothing, waiting... waiting... for them to twitch a wing, something.
This was actually an inanimate paint spot on the wall, which she thought was the ladybug having relocated. She looked away for two seconds, and it was gone.
Quitter.
It's okay, Po. You'll catch 'em another day.
There's a little infestation of ladybugs up in the skylight, which is right over my bed. They huddle there, coming and going (apparently there's a ladybug-sized crack somewhere in the roof). I don't mind them in general, they go about their business and I go about mine. I told Chris and Dave it was "the cutest infestation ever" (thank you Mitch Hedberg), so no need for worrying.
And sometimes when I'm bored I'll stare out the skylight and watch the birds on the line.
They're pretty funny about which bird gets to sit where, and converse huffily for several minutes until there is only one left.
This while I was chatting with my friend Christopher the other night.
They rarely come off the ceiling unless it's super cold, but when they do it's always entertaining to see where they end up. I never hear or feel them land, either. They just suddenly appear.
And they keep Alpo some kind of busy. She doesn't actively chase them, because they don't really move around in a stalkable fashion. But every now and again, they will just randomly appear on her level, and this boggles her. She can't really figure out how they just get there, slipping past her ninja-feline security. So when they come down, she'll spend a couple of hours watching them sit there and do nothing, waiting... waiting... for them to twitch a wing, something.
This was actually an inanimate paint spot on the wall, which she thought was the ladybug having relocated. She looked away for two seconds, and it was gone.
Quitter.
It's okay, Po. You'll catch 'em another day.