Not really, but it was the first catchy title I could think of.
But like many homes around the nation, we’ve been infiltrated by ladybugs. About a week and a half ago, we started seeing a few of them around the house. It wasn’t a huge problem, just the occasional ladybug here or there. Actually, I thought they were kind of cute.
I don’t think they’re cute anymore.
It didn’t take long before the creatures (the “Multicolored Asian Lady Beetles”) were outnumbering us. Surrounding us. Holding us prisoners in our own home.
Literally.
Yesterday late afternoon, there were so many on our front and back porches that we didn’t want to open the doors, as this would allow more of them to fly into our house. We wanted to walk to the park and have a picnic, but decided to have our picnic indoors instead.
We’ve been defending ourselves as best as we could. Abby has been vacuuming them up a couple times a day, and I have a bottle that I’ve been collecting them in.
All these ladybugs caused me to think about God’s creation. Nothing too deep, just random thoughts about nature. I thought about how our very language testifies that there is a God. We call animals and insects “creatures,” which, just as an employee has an employer, must have a Creator. I thought about how a Sunday School teacher at my church recently taught his class that we are to respect God’s creation, and not squish a spider outside in his web just because we can. God has given us authority over creation, but it’s still His creation, and we are to protect it, respect it, and be in awe of it.
So even though they’re not native to this country, we should respect them as much as possible, especially outside. But when they’re in my house, they’re on my turf, so they better hide.