The Ladybug

I was driving up Highway 31 in Homewood yesterday when I felt a prickling at the back of my neck. I swatted at it, but the sensation continued. The second time I swatted at it, my index finger brought back a ladybug. These little creatures are so vulnerable and cute. How do they ever survive for long? How did one land on the back of my neck? Who knows. Rather than flick it out the window, I pulled over at the Catholic Church and liberated the ladybug on the grass beside the church. This ladybug is now free to seek its fortune on grass! I wish it luck.