I found one of these roaming around the “WELCOME” mat inside our front door.
It was 6:30 AM when I saw the little creature. I was still half asleep when I came downstairs to let the dog out when I laid my eyes on it.
I remember finding ladybugs on the playground and letting them crawl all over my hand before I would blow them into the wind for good luck.
For whatever reason, I didn’t feel like letting this ladybug crawl all over my hand. Maybe it was too early in the morning or the fact that I hadn’t had my morning coffee, but the thought repulsed me.
So first, I tried flicking it. And when that didn’t work, I had the brilliant idea of using my sandal to push it out the door. In my sleepy stupor, I must have put a little too much weight on the sandal. The result: ladybug murder.
So now there is a shell of a ladybug outside my door, haunting me.
One ladybug legend states that “killing one is said to bring sadness and misfortune.”