March 12, 2006

Houseguests, of a sort

Two days ago there was a ladybug on my kitchen window. Now there are five. From where do they spring? Although if yesterday’s balmy temperature and soft winds are an indicator, then perhaps they are a true symbol of spring. I often wonder, if we analyzed our daily lives the way we analyze our dreams, what would we learn? What do the ladybugs on the window mean in the grander scheme? Do they represent some nascent form of creativity? A secret life? Can they be read like tea leaves?

More tangibly- how do they live up there? What do ladybugs eat? Is there something I should leave out for them? They seem to be content on the upper window-sill, but perhaps they are frantically knocking at the glass, hoping to get outside. Or perhaps they are content in the temperate zone that is my apartment. It’s back to 47 degrees outside today. Not freezing, but you want a sweater.

I guess I’ll keep an eye on them and see if any more appear.