Yesterday, I knew my ladybug story from BirthdayPalooza was coming out. I even tipped off my blog buddy Linda in a comment on Sunday's post, about my Puffs Plus Lotion projectile. Linda had said,
"I believe in the middle of this snowy cold snap you will discover a lady bug, and then you will know for sure who is trying to reach you."
Well. It's been a long time since we've seen a real ladybug. Unlike the weekly sightings back in March of 2015, right after Mom passed away. Funny how they were all around that winter, and not this one.
Anyhoo... I responded to Linda's comment, and headed off to town for my 44 oz Diet Coke. When I returned, I changed out of my town clothes and into my hanging-around-the-lair-clothes. Stepping into the bathroom closet, I noticed something on the ceramic tile.
"Dang it! Now that Hick has his $6 work boots, with TREAD on them, he keeps tracking in mud!"
I bent over to pick up the mud. Only it wasn't mud.
It was a LADYBUG! What are the odds of THAT? Commenting on the lack of real ladybugs lately, and then finding one a couple hours later, in my own bathroom, on the light tile grout where it was noticeable, right in my path for changing clothes?
Sadly, upon closer inspection, this ladybug was discovered to be deceased. Even my mom can't work miracles and find a live ladybug at 19 degrees with a dusting of snow.
I'm guessing that somehow, Hick must have picked it up on his clothes while working on his $5000 house, carried it home, where it dropped off on the La-Z-Boy or carpet, and was picked up by my own clothing, then fell off and landed precisely on that tile grout where I would notice it. Let the record show that it was NOT there when I entered the closet to get dressed for town at 12:10, after my shower.
Hey! That's more plausible than considering the Mom scenario...
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The original March 2015 ladybug posts. More for my own benefit than yours. One of these days, I'm going to find the subsequent ones, and make myself a list.
https://unbaggingthecats.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-mind-makes-mysterious-connections.html
https://unbaggingthecats.blogspot.com/2015/03/im-gonna-need-chart-to-keep-tally.html
https://unbaggingthecats.blogspot.com/2015/03/call-me-crazy-maybe.html
https://unbaggingthecats.blogspot.com/2015/03/truth-is-so-much-stranger-than-vals.html
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At the end of your November 2 2016 post
ReplyDeleteWednesday, November 2, 2016
Of Moms and Males and Serendipitous Tales
you list the previous 12 posts about lady bugs.
Ooh! Thanks! That will save me a lot of time! You know, time that I would otherwise spend doing absolutely nothing.
DeleteJust punch "Ladybug" into the top left search request section of your post...that thing with the magnifying glass.
ReplyDeleteWow! You are a technology wizard! I'd say you were a genius, but we know that name is taken.
DeleteI love your bathroom tiles!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear the lady bug was deceased though.
The tiles don't photograph well. They're greener than that, with a clear glaze. Very 90s, but I picked them out, so I like them. I've decided that any ladybug is good enough for a sign.
DeleteGreen? They show as black on my screen.
DeleteWell, there ya go! They really DON'T photograph well! The tiles are a deep forest green, kind of mottled, with a shiny clear finish.
DeleteI'm not one to say ITYS, but I told you so. Next you will feel a slight tug on your hair. Mark my words.
ReplyDeleteYou DID tell me so, and evidence proves you right. But I hope you're wrong about the hair tug! I enjoy feeling Mom around, but I don't want to actually FEEL Mom around.
DeleteWith all the strange noises you hear in your haunted house I wouldn't be surprised anymore at any transmogrification (WOW! Did that come out of me?) that occurs in your life. I think you've had enough signs that you can now greet any new ladybug sightings the way "professional" athletes act when they're suddenly caught on camera. I.E. "HI, MOM!"
ReplyDeleteI had to look that one up! Yes, I do sometimes say, "Hi, Mom!" when I see a surprise ladybug. But only if no one else is around to hear me.
DeleteI talk to my Dad all the time. Doesn't matter if HeWho is there, he is never listening anyway. Here lately I find myself calling Cujo "Oscar". I miss that rascal. Glad your mom is still hanging around.
ReplyDeleteOscar is not forgotten, and neither is my mom. I am pleasantly surprised every time I see a ladybug, or hear one of my two songs.
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