Two suburbanite boomers throw caution to the wind, postpone retirement, and move to a farm in Indiana. There they intend to live happily ever after.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Ladies in Red
Did you know that ladybugs are lucky? Here's what I've heard: If a ladybug crawls over a girl's ring finger, she is soon to marry. When a ladybug lands on you, it brings an angel's kiss. Every spot is a coin coming your way or, some say, a wish that is coming true. And if you wish on a ladybug and let it fly away, the wish will be granted from the direction in which she flies.
If all that is true, I should have enough luck to last a lifetime.
We've had stray ladybugs flitting through the house all winter. I rather enjoyed it. It reminded me of summer. But now that the weather is warmer, things are entirely out of hand.
They seem to have been hibernating somewhere in the den, and every day brings a fresh crop of 40 or so. They congregate in and above the windows; they seem to be attracted to light and to naturally seek the "up" direction.
Now, a single ladybug is cute. But swarms of them on your walls and curtains? Not so much.
They're great for gardens, though, so the Raid solution was out of the question. Instead, I've been scooping them off with a rolled-up-paper funnel tucked into the neck of an empty soda bottle. Works like a charm.
So there I am a couple of times a day, up on a step ladder with my homemade bug trap, doing my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice: "Come vis me if you vant to live."
When I've rescued all the critters I can find, I take the bottle outside and wedge it into a corner of the deck. There, the ladies can hike up to the rim and fly away home.