Ladybug seasonNovember 16, 2013
In this season, ladybugs rush in my sun-warmed, open window.
They’re just beetles, someone once said to me. What’s the big deal?
They’re lucky, I replied, thinking of the brush of their small feet against my hand, the mechanical clatter of their elytra against the air. They land and take off again as quickly as a surprise, as unexpectedly as a wish-come-true.
I let them in, let them wander walls and ceilings, let them alight on my computer screen. The season will change, and they’ll disappear, but for now, they are my welcome guests.