Huh?
So for about a mile, everytime the Chef would stop and look at a flower, or a stump, or moss growing on a rock, I would frantically ask "What? What are you looking at?! Is that the wild ladybug orgy?!?" and then "Where are they?!?! Do you think we missed it?" "Do you think it's subtle?" "Do you think we'll step on them?" "Do you think we need to be going the other way to spot it?" The Chef knows how to deal with this constant questioning, he just doesn't respond.
Finally, we turned a corner and there it was -- kind of hard to miss. Giant bunches of ladybugs mating. It was odd. Are they really mating or are they just bunching? Will there be a giant baby ladybug swarm in a few weeks? Will they attack hikers? Where do they lay the eggs? Will we step on them if we hike again on that trail? Have you ever seen so many ladybugs? Which ones are the ladies?
That's okay, you don't have to respond.




3 comments:
Hee! That looks kind of like the giant swarms of baby boxelder bugs outside our house before we chopped the tree down last year. They made my sweetheart so crazy he turned the hose on them. Hmmm. That story's a lot less charming than yours.
Look! Mommy and Daddy ladybugs who love each other very much!
I say GROSS! I hate nature.
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