(re-post)
LADY BUG blog Jan 6 2005
Something tumbling down from above caught my attention as I was eating dinner last evening and when I noticed it was a ladybug I was gladly astonished. Part of this was due to it happening indoors on a day when a snowstorm has been predicted. Part of it was the actual appearance of the visitor. It was a very small ladybug, a two-dot one, lovely and shiny and so completely complete. It had landed on my cuff and I watched it move around. It wasn’t trotting about as I am accustomed to them doing; no, it was making short dashes with what I can only describe as sudden rearings, or what would be rearings had the creature two legs and not a bunch. Rushrushrush….stop….tip up as much as a rotund back with a flat bottom and wiggly appendages allow. Then again. And again. It left my cuff and started across my hand and then up the forefinger, all the while in these odd movements. I began to wonder if it had a stomachache. Its tiny face was also in a paroxysm of motion. Grimacing. Then, suddenly, the red carapace of its back split open and the underwings shot out, unevenly, waved madly, and the ladybug was in flight, sort of circular and erratic so that to where it flew I have no idea because I lost track of its flight. It is still somewhere in the kitchen, I would think. There are daffodils on the windowsill that could provide a home for the moment, I suppose. I wonder if I witnessed a newborn releasing its wings.
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