Have you ever wondered how male lady bugs feel? (and if you’re a guy who owns a Volkswagon Beetle manufactured between 1997 and 2011, this goes for you, too)
It seems inherently paradoxical to be a male lady bug. Or a male cat for that matter but don’t even get me started on cats. You know, I heard a speaker once ask, “Do all dogs really go to heaven? Well, the better question is do all cats go to hell?” I won’t digress anymore, and for the record I like cute little kittens.
So back to the lady bugs, or as entomologists would prefer, lady beetles. Lately my house has played host to dozens of these flying polka dot insects. I’d say they’ve been a nuisance but how can I? They are a sign of good luck in many cultures. Perhaps I’ve been needing some luck in my life. Could’ve used it a few months ago when my fantasy football draft went horribly wrong! Yes, I drafted Shonn Greene in the 2nd round and yes, I’m still feeling the repercussions. I’m not sure why the lady bugs have sought shelter at my house. I suppose it’s a seasonal thing but this winter is the first I’ve encountered so many.
When I lived in Florida, “love bugs” were the pest we all complained about twice a year. Then a few years ago here in Nashville, it was the cicadas. Maybe it’s a one-time thing, I guess time will tell. But for now, I’ll just be glad the lady beetles are in my house and not in my driveway.
Out of the Wilderness 