AN INFUSION OF LADYBUGS IN THE BUTTERFLY GARDEN AMAZING RESULTS -- GIVEN THAT SEEDS WERE MERELY SPREAD IN A RATHER WILLY-NILLY FASHION. (AIN'T NATURE GRAND?) ANOTHER LADYBUG. I'M TOLD THEY BITE. (AND YET, IN 65 YEARS OF DEALING WITH THEM, I'VE YET TO BE BIT.) A WONDERFUL PLACE IN THE EVENING FOR A GLASS OF WINE. AND QUIET. (DEPENDING ON THE TRAFFIC. IT IS, AFTER ALL, HARLEY SEASON) GREAT THING IS ... AS THE EARLY BLOOMERS FADE, NEW GROWTH APPEARS. IT'S A HAPPY PLACE. WE CALL IT "NORA." CLOSE UP OF A LADYBUG. PERHAPS THE BAT-SHIT-CRAZY NEIGHBOR IS RIGHT. MAYBE THEY DO BITE. MR. BITTERMAN AND FURIOUS GEORGE LOVE "NORA," MAINLY BECAUSE ALL THEY HAVE TO DO WITH HER IS TURN THE WATER ON EVERY OTHER DAY FOR FIVE MINUTES AND PULL A WEED OR TWO. (WHEN IT GOT OVER GROWN A FEW WEEKS BACK, THEY WERE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND, LATER CLAIMING THAT THEY GOT LOST ON THEIR WAY TO WORK THANKS TO ALL THE DETRITUS IN THE BASEMENT.) AFTER WATERING, THEY CAN USUALLY BE FOUND HAVING AN ADULT BEVERAGE IN ONE OF THE ADIRONDACK CHAIRS, OR GNAWING ON A PIECE OF WHATEVER THEY FOUND IN THE BAT-SHIT-CRAZY NEIGHBOR'S VEGETABLE GARDEN. HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO TO BLAME FOR HIS LACK OF VEGETABLES. I BLAME THE LADYBUGS.
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