Possumhaw: A bit of humor, by way of China
A few warm days fooled the ladybugs into coming out of hiding. There they were — a few on the windowsill, one or two on the bedside rug; Sam pointed to the ceiling and asked, “Is that a spot?”
Possumhaw: A day with the ladybugs
One ladybug chased the other, and this made me think that perhaps I had captured a male and a female. I’m no entomologist, but I’m thinking maybe.
Possumhaw: Ladybug, fly away home
Ladybugs swarmed by the thousands. They whirled around the porch ceiling; they crawled on the side of the house, the garage, the boat shed. Ladybugs landed on our arms. When one took flight, three took its place.