Something strange happened with global warming this year. My home was inundated by wave after wave of ladybugs. While one ladybug is magical, forty ladybugs huddled in a corner of your house is less magical. Ladybugs dense enough on the floor that you are constantly stepping on them are less magical still, and perhaps the least magical of all is finding a ladybug crawling across the butter.
The ladybugs on the floor were easy. We just vacuumed or swept them up. Ladybug on the butter, super easy, just throw the butter out. Ladybugs on twenty foot ceilings are less amenable to removal. This is where I as a doctor and my husband as an engineer put our brains together. We have two broken vacuums in the garage that my husband has been promising to fix for two years. We took the extra tubing from those and duct taped it to our current working vacuum MacGyver style. Then, whilst carefully placing a ladder on our dining room table, we were able to remove MOST of the ladybugs. Until, my three year old started crying, “You cant hurt ladybugs. Ladybugs are our friends.”
Ladybugs who have been through a wind tunnel are not your friends, they are a mangled mass of tentacles and wings.
Fortunately, we have PLENTY of ladybugs to spare and have now opened up a ladybug ranch, complete with soaking pool and a slide.