Okay, so a couple of weeks ago, that day when it was really nice hoodie weather, I checked my outside thermometer before heading outside. To my surprise, it read just over 15 degrees. This didn't seem possible mid-March so I opened my balcony door and something fell down. What, you may ask? A few lady bugs had fallen from somewhere. I looked up to see from where and quickly saw a flash of, oh, I don't know, a zillion lady bugs. I slammed the door and heard a resulting crunching sound that sickened me, but at least made me think that I probably wouldn't have to deal with them again, although I did feel bad about accidentally killing them.
Last night something flitted about my halogen light. Now, this has happened before, and to my delight, said thing decided to land on my halogen light, thus resulting in a puff of smoke and an end to the buzzing sound that had previously been emanating from it. This did not happen last night. The thing, a surviving lady bug as it turned out, decided to freak me out by flitting all over the place. Now, normally, I am not a bug killer. It makes me feel bad. I mean, they're just trying to eke out a living like everyone else. Who am I to judge? But last night, due to my increasing fear that perhaps not all ladybugs had perished in the great door slam of '06, I captured him under a glass and then used a magazine to sweep him into the toilet and flushed. And I felt really bad about it, but I was in no position at 3 a.m. to crack open that door and set the ladybug free for fear of more bugs getting into my apartment.
So today, I braved the unknown. I opened the inner door just a little. Then horrified, quickly opened the outer door, then slammed the inner door again, thereby leaving the outer door open so they can gradually awaken from hibernation and escape to the big world out there. I'm hoping that's what they decide to do, as opposed to working their way into my apartment.
A friend of mine has informed me that ladybugs are supposed to be good luck. So I better be in for a shit load of luck. Of course, I did kill that one. I'm screwed.