Diabolical Ladybug Lair
As Logged By:
Agent West
In the window and along the wall.
On my sippy cup and in the hall.
The little bugs lurk everywhere,
Including in Mommy's hair.
Can I catch every single one?
Or will they attack until I run?
This diabolical dude is on a quest
I will not stop until I'm the best!
What is taking over my house!?!?!?!?
What are these little, red bugs with black spots?
Are they poisonous? Will they bite? AHH! They're all over the window! Quick, someone, they're everywhere!
"Ooh, look West," Mommy coos as she guides one onto her finger. "We've got a ladybug visitor."
Have you looked around, Mommy? We don't have one. We have one hundred and one!
She may be fooled by their cute colors, but I won't be so easily tricked. I'll splat and smack every single one, until I rid the entire house of them!
Look at all of those bugs, crawling up the walls. All the way into the hall. Eww! There's one on my sippy cup. Now, how am I supposed to wet my whistle, drink a swig, catch a little milk as I please?
Hehe.
There's one crawling up Mommy's hair.
I keep watch, knowing what will happen.
Sure, enough. Mommy feels the tickle. She lifts her hand and combs her fingers through the strands of her hair.
"AAHHHH!!"
There Mommy runs, too surprised to see that it is a ladybug stuck in her hair.
What if I caught them all and kept them as a trap? Surprise Mommy one day with a horde of ladybugs zooming straight at her. That would be funny to watch.
I crawl to my toys and find the perfect container. The question, now, is how to sneak sooooooo many bugs into this one spot.
Is there a treat they all love? Chocolate? Aphids? Lollipops? Or Dirt?
Uh oh!
One flies right by my head. Then, another. And, another!
I think they've caught on to my diabolical plot. Help me, Mommy! Help me, help me!
I duck behind the couch just in time.
Whew!
They haven't bested me yet. No sir, they haven't. I'll find a way to catch these little sneaks. Just wait and see.
Huh?
Something tickles down my arm.
It's a ladybug crawling on me. HA! That tickles. It does, it does, it does!
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