The Preschooler’s ladybug larvae have finally arrived! Thank god. He got a ladybug habitat for Christmas, and we were waiting for warm enough weather to send out for the eggs. He’s obsessed with bugs, you see, and drags me all around the yard, forcing me to dig for worms, and capture and correctly identify all manner of flying insects. He’s finding out what a disappointing lab partner I am.
Anyway, he’s been despondent with the waiting. What was taking so long, he demanded? I didn’t know. Maybe the lady ladybug wasn’t in the mood?
I’m not sure what this has to do with food (except, maybe, that ladybugs are good for gardens, which I don’t have). It’s really all just an excuse to show you this: an entertaining/disturbing look at the mating practices of certain insects, as interpreted by one Isabella Rossellini. Reader Tim sent me the link and said it was safe for work, but it’s not clear just what line of work he’s in, exactly.
(Don’t miss the bee one.)