Monday, March 24, 2008
Attack Of The Ladybugs
As I may have mentioned, my mother-in-law comes over once a month to babysit Wolf for a day or two. When she sleeps over, she uses or old bedroom on the second floor. Now that ours is finished, we don't visit that room that often anymore. At least not often enough to notice any insect plagues.
I must admit I could hardly hide a smile when my MIL reported a 'plague of ladybugs'. She woke up during the night because of the bugs running over her face. Surely she must be exagerating, I thought. I mean, how many ladybugs could there be? Three, four tops?
Four hundred was a more accurate guess. I've never seen anything like this. Luckily, by the time I went up there they were all dead. Presumably, trying to survive by nibbling on my MIL's face didn't become them. I can only guess what chemicals are in the face mask she smears on every evening. It was like the mythological ladybug graveyard, where old ladybugs go to die when they feel there end is near.
I went around with the hoover, now the place is spotless again. Get it? Spotless?
Oh, bugger off.