During the winter months, my house is where ladybugs go to die. You know how elephants, at the end of their lives, have the instinctual knowledge to migrate to the elephant graveyard? Well my house is the ladybug graveyard. We decided not to paint the walls, since three months out of the year they appear pokadotted. The ladybugs need to go somewhere warm away from the snow and ice, but since my house is not filled with the natural food of ladybugs, they all starve to death. Frequently as I walk up the stairs a ladybug falls on top of me, emaciated and deprived. And they look so pretty when they repeatedly try to walk through the windows. Oh, how they fail.
Okay, was that quirky or just creepy?
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7 comments:
Totally quirky!
Creepy.
What do mean creepy? That was a quirkfest! A festival of quirk!
Stop lying to yourself, it was completely creepy.
quirky?
stupid?
whoreface?
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