We were just finishing our dinner in the red room, the room that always made me thought a cat was missing there. Not really because of the occasional visitors from the zoo across the street (the mice, not the giraffes), just because the room had this coziness and elegance that a beautiful moving feline would only enhance.
While Sarajevo, the owner of the non existent cat, was dipping a last piece of bread in humus, a ladybird appeared walking on her plate. Moving from the center to the edge of the plate rimmed with red dots, with a rest of chick-peas paste on its back leg, the ladybird started circling around the plate's edge.
We were so surprised to see it there, that we followed its movements, mesmerized: one circle, and then another one. How boring! So we thought, does the beetle know it is moving in circles?
We decided to help it out of the plate, and even to clean its leg of the food stuck on it. Moved it onto the red circular place mat. It went straight to the glass and started to make it's way up. Sarajevo was not happy with it, for as she said, the ladybird would fall into the water, start to drown, and she would have to rescue it. Not willing to play the lifeguard in mineral water, she made it fall down. Do you think a beetle gets hurt, when falling from a height comparable to a second floor for us ?(proportionally to its size, of course)
Spring was knocking at the door, no wonder ladybirds appeared, but like this? out of the blue? in a plate of humus?
As it had decided to abandon the table mat and was strolling on the white table, Sarajevo came up with a strange question: "do you think it feels lonely?". I had it clear, no, ladybugs did certainly not have this kind of problems. However, I was concerned about its presence on the table, for various reasons, like I didn't feel ready to find it suddenly in my plate, or my fork, on the way to my inner labyrinth. I thought it would be much better off in one of the plants. So it was first moved, like a princess, on a flying napkin, (as if it couldn't fly, lazy bug!) to the banana plant, where it refused to get off. I almost heard an angry miniature voice screeching "Not the banana you morons!!"
So we tried another plant, and another one. The ladybird would stay on the leg of the pin up girl printed on the napkin. We concluded the beetle didn't like plants anymore, traumatized as it probably was from seeing a member of her family being devoured by a carnivorous plant. I didn't know by the way, until we raised this possibility and I checked carnivorous plants on the internet, that these bloodthirsty flowers have lovely names such as Darlingtonia Californica.
Well, life's not easy being a ladybird, since you can end up abandoned, feeling lonely, falling in a plate of humus to be finally thrown in what resembles the monster who massacred your family. Not mentioning the weird fact that when you speak to a ladybird in Czech and want it to fly away, you always tell it that its house is burning (since when does a bug have a house? wtf?).
No...you don't want to be a ladybug, believe me. Seems a hell of a life!
While Sarajevo, the owner of the non existent cat, was dipping a last piece of bread in humus, a ladybird appeared walking on her plate. Moving from the center to the edge of the plate rimmed with red dots, with a rest of chick-peas paste on its back leg, the ladybird started circling around the plate's edge.
We were so surprised to see it there, that we followed its movements, mesmerized: one circle, and then another one. How boring! So we thought, does the beetle know it is moving in circles?
We decided to help it out of the plate, and even to clean its leg of the food stuck on it. Moved it onto the red circular place mat. It went straight to the glass and started to make it's way up. Sarajevo was not happy with it, for as she said, the ladybird would fall into the water, start to drown, and she would have to rescue it. Not willing to play the lifeguard in mineral water, she made it fall down. Do you think a beetle gets hurt, when falling from a height comparable to a second floor for us ?(proportionally to its size, of course)
Spring was knocking at the door, no wonder ladybirds appeared, but like this? out of the blue? in a plate of humus?
As it had decided to abandon the table mat and was strolling on the white table, Sarajevo came up with a strange question: "do you think it feels lonely?". I had it clear, no, ladybugs did certainly not have this kind of problems. However, I was concerned about its presence on the table, for various reasons, like I didn't feel ready to find it suddenly in my plate, or my fork, on the way to my inner labyrinth. I thought it would be much better off in one of the plants. So it was first moved, like a princess, on a flying napkin, (as if it couldn't fly, lazy bug!) to the banana plant, where it refused to get off. I almost heard an angry miniature voice screeching "Not the banana you morons!!"
So we tried another plant, and another one. The ladybird would stay on the leg of the pin up girl printed on the napkin. We concluded the beetle didn't like plants anymore, traumatized as it probably was from seeing a member of her family being devoured by a carnivorous plant. I didn't know by the way, until we raised this possibility and I checked carnivorous plants on the internet, that these bloodthirsty flowers have lovely names such as Darlingtonia Californica.
Well, life's not easy being a ladybird, since you can end up abandoned, feeling lonely, falling in a plate of humus to be finally thrown in what resembles the monster who massacred your family. Not mentioning the weird fact that when you speak to a ladybird in Czech and want it to fly away, you always tell it that its house is burning (since when does a bug have a house? wtf?).
No...you don't want to be a ladybug, believe me. Seems a hell of a life!
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