The return of...

Should this pointless photo have come with a warning?

Yes, with spring comes the return of insect pornography. Two-spot ladybird beetles, in this case. I guess I should have given them a bit more privacy, but they didn't seem to mind at all.

Notice how the male is smaller than the female? Little ladybirds stay little, you know. They don't magically turn into big ladybirds. Even if they wish really, really hard.

There will probably be a few ladybirds on the blog this week since that's what was out there when I was taking pictures yesterday. It's still early season for a lot of the other creepy crawlies, so ladybirds it is.

It's still a lot better than taking pictures of snow, though.

Notice how these are two-spot ladybirds (which are all right) instead of seven-spot ladybirds (which are evil)? I'd be ashamed to tell you how hard I had to look to find them.

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I'm feeling a bit tarted up at the moment, which is kind of a weird thing on the weekend. You see, normally I don't bother with much more than eyeliner on my days off (if I even bother to bother with that), but since I have to go into work for a few hours later today I thought I'd better put on the face. It feels odd to be wearing lipstick in my father's basement.

The scary thing is, for all the effort of actually putting on makeup I'd be willing to bet that NOBODY WILL EVEN NOTICE.

So why bother?

Well, I don't know. Something about societal pressure, I suppose. Just like I'd never dare to wear shorts in my current sasquatch-like state (I suppose I should get to ripping out the forest sometime this week, since the weather's been behaving), I'd feel kind of weird being seen in front of a group at work without a bit of makeup. Less than professional, somehow. That in itself is weird considering that I don't exactly plaster things on with a trowel in the first place.

Like I said, you probably wouldn't even notice the difference. And yet I do it anyway.

Weird.

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I'll end on a quick note to someone who knows what this is about. The rest of you can look away if you like:

No, you don't stop missing them. You just accept it a little more as time passes. It does get better, honestly.






That's weird, too.