22 October 2008
We found a lady bug on our window when we got home last night. It's rare to find bugs and such immediately outside of our seventh floor window so we took notice right away ... and then couldn't help but observe the clusters of them all over. I counted as many as fifteen at a time on one window. I think it was a convention. I looked for all their tiny little name tags that said "Hello, My Name Is..."
I was delighted to find them. But what they were all doing was beyond me. And why were they on my window. I like to think they were enticed by herbs in my window sill. (My urban herbs. My herbans, if you will.)
One lady bug made it inside - a mystery I have opted not to examine. They used to say - back in the day - that if a butterfly lands on you, it means that you are going to get a new dress. I'm pretty sure that, by the same superstition, if a lady bug lands on your wall it means you are going to get a new rain coat for your trip to Seattle.
POSTSCRIPT: This morning when we left for work we walked out the front door of our building and down the side walk stepping over (sigh) some lady bugs whose lives had been cut short. Perhaps by a fall from the seventh floor? A ghastly and strange demise (considering they have wings). I shudder to think what the nature of their convention may have been.