Postcards From Penelope Puddle - Life's A Wave So Let's Hang Loose & Make Splashes!
Monday, 28 May 2018
The Lady Is A Bug
Plunk ... something landed near my face, a small roundish dark blotch to mar the view through what I soon discovered were my remarkably grimy sunglasses.
It could have been a he but I felt it was a she. The ladybug stuck to the glasses even when I took them off and continued my walk, holding them in one hand and taking pictures with the other. Not camera shy, she seemed to enjoy the ride.
The ladybug made lovely reflections on the glassy surface. Even with my untrained eye, I knew she was one of a kind and no other ladybug anywhere had her exact markings because nature's creativity is boundless that way.
She briefly investigated my finger.
She crept along the rim from one lens to another ...
peeking over the edges.
Perhaps she was snacking on something microscopic in the lint and grime.
It was a smorgasborg of goodies no doubt, a grand feast for a hungry bug.
I wondered about her wings since she wasn't eager to fly away.
This bug preferred to walk for now. Her wings were folded neatly unseen beneath each half of her dotted outer shell.
She did a little vacuuming along the way and also took time to smell the flowers.
When I veered off the path towards my car she knew it was time to say goodbye. She jumped onto my sweater and looked at me intently with utmost courtesy I thought, although I couldn't read the expression in her eyes.
As soon as we parted, I got to work cleaning my sunglasses. The camera showed what the ladybug was too polite to tell me but, needless to say, her message came through in a very clear way.