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.
And were there any there? (ladies, or birds)
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