Just after lunch, I went outside to put the wheelie bin out. When I came back, I noticed that the back door, and some of the surrounding brickwork, was covered in ladybirds. And I mean covered. I didn’t do a precise headcount (carapace count?), I’m not quite that dedicated, but there must have been, ooh, sixty or seventy.
It was the first time I’d seen a ladybird all year, indeed I’d been wondering about this, especially compared to last year when they were around for days on end. Just when you’re pondering whether the lack of a single ladybird can be worked up into an entertainingly informative blog post (Ed: prob not), seventy turn up at once, a coccinellidaeous flashmob. I can use this, I thought, and went inside to get the camera. I noticed that several had already made their way into the kitchen.
Just then the phone rang, as a result of which I had to do some business on the internet involving aeroplanes, so it was an hour before I could make my way out again, camera in hand. Guess what, they’d all gone! Well, there were about four left, to convince me I hadn’t imagined the whole thing. Oh well, I thought, another blog idea gone carapace-up. (Or down. Or something.)
I remembered the ones who’d snuck into the kitchen. Gone too. I’m not particularly paranoid by nature; but I will confess that I went up to check the bedroom.