I used to love ladybugs. When I was a little girl, there was not much more exciting than catching a ladybug. I used to paint my nails in ladybug prints. I dressed my daughter in ladybug print outfits when she was a baby. I’ve bought greeting cards with ladybug prints. I have a picture frame with little ladybugs decorated all around the frame. Now when I look at that frame, I have to look twice because I’m sure the ladybugs must be real. (See the ladybugs crawling around the window frame in this photo?)
Several years back, the government brought in an Asian cousin of the ladybug to combat the aphids that plague pecan trees, soybeans and corn. Unfortunately, while that worked, these foreign ladybugs had no natural predators and states like Kentucky, Ohio and West Virginia have become plagued by them. They come indoors for winter and they are attracted to light-colored buildings (like the farmhouse where I live). I WANT THEM ALL TO DIE HORRIBLE, TRAGIC, PAINFUL DEATHS BECAUSE I HATE LADYBUGS NOW.
Whew. Just had to get that out. What’s bugging you? Tell me, and a random comment number will be drawn on Monday to win an autographed book from my contemporary backlist! (And if you know how to kill ladybugs, let me know!)