I see the first
ladybug
of the season today.
It is clinging to my
front step,
all alone,
like some kind of
extreme rock climber
on a
solitary mission.
I am a little
surprised to see it because
it is still chilly out.
I am also surprised the
ladybug is
alone.
Usually when the
spring
ladybugs attack,
they do so in swarms,
ending up
both
inside
and outside
the
house.
Spring isn't
official until the
Attack of the Ladybugs
occurs.
It's our New England
version of
Attack of the Killer Bees
except without the
bees.
It's like a
bazillion miniature flying
Minnie Mouses
descending on us all red
with polka dots
except the
wrong color dots.
But today there is
only one
ladybug,
clinging to
the step,
climbing
away from winter
just
like the rest of us.
