If you want a "daww" moment for today, watch this:
Ladybug Plays with Sprinkles
Personally, ever since Ball State unleashed thousands of frightening orange ladybugs, the fear of these little ladies has grown. If you didn't know, the orange ones bite. This oddly specific phobia is rooted in the house of Summitville, my childhood home.
It was infested every summer with literally hundreds of ladybugs. They died in our window sills; I had to swipe their corpses in a fuzzy cloth and when I folded it, they would fall on me with the light but chilling touch of a fleck of dried leaf. They floated in our bathtub, toilet, dishpans. Littered our Little Tikes kitchen and car. The vacuum would grumble as it routed their bodies, the consistency of dust, from the carpet.
Ick!
I've always gotten sick when I feel my arm hairs distubed by scratchy insect legs. It may have all started in the Ladybug House in Summitville.
Caution: this video does not redeem ladybugs, but it is cute to watch.
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