Ladybugs' picnic - in my pants.
Because it's so late and I had a very busy day, I will now tell you the grossest thing that happened to me today and call it a blog post. Are you ready?
This morning I found a dead ladybug.
In my nylons.
After I put them on.
Thus, my message to you is this: If your apartment has the midwestern abundance-of-ladybugs problem, be sure to check your undergarments for dead ladybugs before you put them on. Otherwise, you will feel yucky. Yucky here being the technical term for how I felt for the rest of the day.
At least it wasn't alive. And at least it wasn't one of these, alive or dead (tip: do not click on that link).