I am terrified of ladybugs. I hate them. I know that most people find them super cute, but I am not among those. It is not cute when they land on my finger. It’s horrifying. Their little spindly legs feel like creepy tickles. They fly in nonsensical directions and could at any time zoom up your nose. My childhood bedroom had a ladybug infestation, and every spring they would flock to my window, coating the one inside corner. Every night I would turn the lights off, bolt to my bed, and throw the sheets over my head in fear. I could hear them flying around the room, bumping into walls and the ceiling. I was terrified one was going to fall out of the air and land in my open snoring mouth while I slept. I was so terrified that, in the dead of sleep, I would wake up to them crawling on my body. I have never reconciled with the tiny beings, all these years later. Little ladybird, stay far away from me.
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Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home
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