Ladybirds. Cute little critters aren't they? With their divine red-and-black markings and those little wings they keep so neatly sheathed behind a protective shield. However, it's gone too far in our house. A community of the little buggers have ensconced themselves in the ageing wooden frames of the windows in our bedroom. From which they sally in increasing numbers, wandering over everything in their search for a food source. Ladybirds are pretty much omnivorous, meaning they will eat virtually any organic matter, including you, if they could. Of course they're not really dangerous, but in times of famine they can land on you and give you a tiny nip. This is quite disconcerting if it happens to you in bed, as it did to me only last night, before unsheathing its little wings and flitting off to the end of the bed where it disappeared.
Perhaps we should be grateful. In 1995, due to a perfect sequence of weather conditions, several parts of Britain experienced ladybird "plagues". We were holidaying in Rhyl when they descended on the town, literally clouds of them, swirling around in a fresh breeze. At some places along the pavements there were small "ladybird drifts" accumulating around obstacles.
Meanwhile, what do we do now? Call the 24 hour ladybird hotline? Or Larry's Big Bug Killer Inc? Help us somebody!
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