They were not my idea.
But, I received one. And then another. And then they were noted by other people who are in the habit of buying me birthday and Christmas presents and these little critters began working their way into all occasions. Apparently, it has been decided that I have a thing for ladybugs.
So much so, that my mom remarked on my tattoo during their recent visit and wanted to know why my “ladybug” is red and blue. So I explained [again] that my back bug is a scarab beetle and I had to reiterate why I wanted a scarab beetle permanently inked in my skin.
Fortunately, I don’t mind ladybugs … in moderation. But I do suspect that my house has maxed out its ladybug quota for now. I may have to start taking my cue from the many clutter/decorating shows out there: if a ladybug comes in, a ladybug must leave.