So one day back in the autumn, maybe October, I found a ladybug in my bathroom on the wall above my shower. And it wasn't moving. I figured it had wandered into my bathroom and gotten lost and died there on my wall. But I didn't move it. And I got back home a week ago from my winter in Canada and there it was, exactly where I'd left it. Still, presumably, dead. And the house had been shut down all winter long and freezing freezing as cold as it was outside with no heat whatsoever, and the poor, unmoving, and presumably dead ladybug was frozen to boot, there on the wall above the shower.
But the strangest thing happened this morning while I was in my shower - it started moving. I wasn't sure at first, maybe it was a trick of my mind. But sure enough, the ladybug came back to life (I guess wasn't really dead at all, just had decided to not move for six months) this morning. And I took him and put him outside and hopefully he has a great spring and summer ahead!
And I'm glad that whether it was because of laziness or apathy or whathaveyou, that I didn't bother to remove and dispose of the dead ladybug on my wall last autumn...
Call me.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
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