Back in March I posted about Dadisodes going away on a business trip.  As usual, he came home bearing an incredibly bizarre gift for our daughter.

Remember Ladybug Land?

Perhaps this photo will jog your memory.

Yes, despite my explicit directions for him not to buy our daughter a stuffed animal while away on business, he decided that live ones were okay.

Live animals that would arrive on our doorstep in the form of maggots.

Yum!

Despite my concerted efforts to hide the mailing form, Dadisodes was on top of it and sent away for the critters immediately.

The time sensitive package arrived while we were away in Florida. *Grin*

Dadisodes called from Key Largo to arrange for an emergency ladybug sitter to pick them up at our house. *Frown*

Who the heck did I marry?!

Anyhow, we missed the maggot phase while we were away on vacation and I prayed long and hard that none of the little buggers would make it.  However, most of them have now transformed.

We are now proud owners of eight little ladybugs.  And they are actually kind of cute, as far as bugs go.

That is until I fall asleep and dream about them escaping from their little habitat. Just so they can crawl into my ears.  And then scrape at my eardrum with their tiny, black legs.  While I contemplate violently ramming a chopstick in my ear to crush them.  But I won’t, because the last thing I need is bug guts slathered along my ear canal.

As for the remaining larvae? Well, they are still pupas.

Supa-dupa.

I hope those buggers never hatch.

Did I say that out loud?

(You’re welcome for not zooming)

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