Oh, just the bane of my existence. Called ladybugs. Everywhere.
If you think this is cute, or funny, or you're just apathetic, you're wrong wrong wrong. And I think you need to go to therapy because that is MESSED up if you don't mind ladybugs crawling everywhere. I'll tell you where they are- they're on the chair I'm sitting in and they're on our backdoor and windows and walls walls walls (sorry if this is turning into a children's book book book)
I've always hated bugs. Any. sort. of. bug. But imagine the day that I found out that not only do ladybugs crawl around and have antennae, but they FLY too? That took away the 9% in me that might've been able to stand them.
And THEN imagine me in high school wondering why it was so dark in the hallways, just to realize that it was because ladybugs were infesting the windows to such a degree that it wouldn't let light in. Sick Sick Sick.
To make matters that much worse, imagine having three girls (one of which does not care) and the other two scared of the damn insects and wanting ME to take care of the problem. I'm not sure what's worse- having bugs around or trying to smush them.
"I don't want the ladybugs to get me"
"ladybugs won't get you"
"I sceered of ladybugs"
"No reason to be scared of ladybu... EEHHAHHHHHHHH!" as a ladybug flies towards my face.
what's the secret to ridding these nasty (but cute looking) creatures?
eh, at least they're not centipedes.
i won't disgrace you with a nasty picture.