I was mowing the lawn tonight at 9pm (It's hot here, ok?) and when I got in, I had an itch on my leg. So, I scratched it through my jeans, and I felt something small and hard on the top of my thigh (don't go there). I thought it was a pebble, so I pinned it to my leg and reached in to get it.
Not a pebble.
A ladybug.
It was still alive.
I put it on the desk in front of me, and Kronk - who had been sitting in my lap until then - watched it try to walk away.
Kronk was afraid of the ladybug.
But not too afraid to eat it.
Crunch crunch crunch.
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