I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

It’s been a little on the warm this September, and thanks to the prolonged Summer-like weather the bugs in my front yard are going wild.

A bunch of somethings or another have been chewing holes into my viburnums and roses, and it’s been really annoying the heck out of KF.

So after a little research, and perhaps to fulfill the kid in him, we went out and got a tub of ladybugs. Ladybugs, aka Ladybirds, are little beetles, and they make quick snacks out of aphids and leaf-attacking buggies.

I suppose a part of me was willing to go along with the game, even though I am not convinced that the ladybugs effectiveness in our case, because ladybugs make great pictures. Ha!

They are indeed fairly cute and docile, they don’t really bite (although my dad is convinced he was bitten once). They’re pretty light too, so I don’t really feel them on my hands. They don’t have particularly hairy or sticky legs, so they slip off with a quick flick, unlike spiders or other bugs.

What I’ve mistaken for their eyes all my life, is actually the protonum. Their eyes are beadier little things in front of it. And their wings aren’t the happy red bits, they’re actually fairly boring looking wings under the red covering.

Next thing you know they’ll tell me they aren’t all ladies.