Everybody loves ladybugs, right? I even dressed Ashley up as one a few Halloween's back.
Or is she a butterfly? I swear I thought it was a ladybug costume. The twins were 9 months old at the time, so cut me some slack.
Anyways, as I was saying, everybody loves a ladybug, especially when you're a preschooler. Ladybugs are the "it" bug of the three to five year old sect. Spiders? Way too scary. Flies? Highly annoying. Dragonflies? Don't even go there. But the ladybug is a friend to all. They're cute, they're not too fast, they have fun little polka dots...what more can you ask for in a bug?
I'll tell you what I'd like to ask for. I'd like to ask the ladybugs not to have millions of ladybug babies in my house. Because that's what I have going on in my home right now. There are ladybugs everywhere.
And I don't care what old school Sesame Street has to say about the matter. It is not cute. No, it's not cute at all.
And what do you do when you have a ladybug infestation in your house? You can't smush them. Oh God, no. You can't. It's just wrong. Instead, you must catch them. Catch them and release them into the wild. And God forbid you find a deceased ladybug, but if you do...you must cover it with a blanket. And mourn.
These are the things I have learned from my children. That, and patience. Loooooooooots of patience.
I have been informed by my faithful readers (and my mom) that these home invaders are NOT, in fact, ladybugs, but a form of Asian beetle. Unfortunately, I do not think that this enables me to smush them guilt-free. It feels like bug profiling, to be honest. And I am not a buggist. Unless you're a spider. Then all bets are off.