The ones Dadisodes thought would be a great business trip gift for Babisodes in lieu of a stuffed animal.

Yes, my husband thought that having ladybug maggots inside our house would be a good idea.

Anyhow, when he purchased the ladybug habitat we had to request for the live larvae to be sent to our house when we were ready.  Wouldn’t want bugs to die or anything.

Unfortunately, the ordering process required us to provide our address.  Which apparently placed us on their mailing list.

So we can purchase more maggots, larvae, pupa, etc….

Or other disgusting insects.

I mean, it’s almost Spring for crying out loud.

We can get all of this stuff outside soon.

For free.

Did I mention outside?

Babisodes: Daddy! Daddy!  Look.  That ladybug is giving another ladybug a piggyback ride!

*cough*

*wheeze*

Dadisodes: Ahem.

Yep.  Sure is.
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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?

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It’s just that…well…um…uh…how should I put this?

He’s a geek.

The really intelligent kind who can whip out all sorts of random information at the drop of a hat, solve a Rubik’s Cube in minutes, or calculate the tip at meals like nobody’s business.

But there is one major downfall to having all of that hard drive space upstairs crammed and busy processing information.

There leaves little room for common sense.

You know, common knowledge for things such as an empty toilet paper roll translating to needing a new roll of toilet paper.

Or, when the trashcan lid can no longer close, that means there is too much garbage in the bag, so it needs to be taken out, and wedging just 5 more pieces of junk mail into it is not going to make it any better.

Or, when it’s your wife’s 30th birthday, don’t get her nothing.  Or better yet, don’t give her a tire pressure gauge to make up for it on Christmas either.

Things like this have been going on for years.   And over time, I’ve just rolled with the punches (minus the tire pressure gauge. I’m taking that one to the grave).  I’ve found that just doing it myself saves me a ton of grief, and if I want something done, I need to be specific.

It’s all about being specific.

As in, “Honey, please take the trash bag out.  Not just outside of the door so the smell isn’t in the kitchen anymore, but all the way to the trashcan outside beside the house. K?”

Anyhow, a few months ago he left for a business trip and I gave him a no-stuffed-animal gift request for our daughter.  Because seriously.   She has enough to donate two, maybe three, stuffed animals to every child in China.

But It didn’t work.  It was my fault.  I forgot to remind him while he was away via phone, and consequently he arrived home with the most hideous stuffed animal.

So last week, when he left for another business trip, I made sure to call him and kindly remind him every.single.day.

And it worked!

Sort of.

He came home with this lovely package for our daughter.

Apparently, I need to revamp the degree of specificity.

No animals, including bugs. Live or stuffed.

Subcategory: No MAGGOTS!

*shudders*

Oh, and he bought me a little sumthin’-sumthin’ this time, too.

Did I mention I gave up chocolate for lent?

*le sigh*