You may have noticed I changed my blog header again. I’m thinking if I can get my blogger butt organized I’d like to change it at the beginning of each month to something relevant.
Currently ladybugs are relevant.
All toooooo relevant.
Not only did a swarm attack me outside the chicken coop a few weeks back (yes, attack, I swear it was an attack with biting and everything and yes I swear they bit me) but dozens of them have made their way into our humble abode.
I took down the Mi Casa Su Casa sign, but still. Still they come.
I have this silly superstition stuck in my head that it’s bad luck to kill a ladybug so we’ve kind of let them be.
I mean, they are sorta cute. When they’re not attacking and biting of course.
They are certainly better than bees or wasps which I have an unfortunate history with.
Except I’m starting to become afraid. You see, the ladybugs in the house are organizing.
They have found each other, congregated in the same meeting spot in the front entryway over and over again and are looking awfully suspicious. I’ve even seen them lining up. Like in formation. It’s only a matter of time before they strike. Probably while we’re sleeping.
I’m considering just giving them the house and moving in with the chickens.
Speaking of chickens, I noticed The Husband created an entire chicken page at the top of my blog. Tech support is taking some liberties these days it seems. We had a severe thunderstorm warning last night as well as a tornado warning causing us to take brief shelter in the hallway bathroom. Not five minutes after the warning was cancelled The Husband mused about how his chickens were doing. Not five minutes after putting The Pete to bed The Husband made a mad dash out to check on them.
He even tweeted about it.
Also, Doc finally named his chicken!! Mike took a video and sent it to him directly instead of posting it here. I’d like to get a few new pictures before I reveal the name though. Mike feels the girls haven’t had enough camera time and wants me to stop recycling photos. So I’ll get on that.
Ann and I were tweeting yesterday and I came to a realization that the chicken she named Mistress Billington and I have the same initials. Blog initials that is. MB. It’s fate I tell you. Mistress Billington is now my favorite chicken. So there’s that.
Alright I have to go. I am kicking some serious ass on my wallpaper stripping project (I’ll explain the sudden fervor later) and I need to get some work done before The Pete wakes up this morning. Which since the time change has been an hour earlier every day. Clearly whoever invented the time change didn’t have children. Or wallpapered walls.
Question of the Day: How was your weather over the weekend? the Midwest was hit hard. Not here though. Mostly false alarms in our neck of the five acre woods fortunately.