As I pedaled my way out of East Vancouver towards Fairview after cashing in refundable beverage containers, I could feel the hot sun and the cool breeze and then the teensy little impact of something crash-landing on my arm.
No worries, the ladybug was fine.
I didn’t want to flick it off my arm into traffic, and as long as it wasn’t biting, tickling or otherwise especially distracting me I resolved to leave it alone.
For the next two-and-some kilometres I rode my bike and the ladybug rode my right arm. It wandering the length and circumference exposed by my short sleeve T-shirt but exhibited the good sense to stay off my hand.
The lady(bug) vanishes
I brought it in to McDonald’s, but that’s where we parted company. I left it on a counter top and it sat there for a good long while doing nothing.
Finally it bestirred itself and wandered out of sight. A half hour later, I saw it trundling up a particular wall—the last ladybug I saw in McDonald’s headed the same way up the same wall.
I only looked away for a moment, but when I looked back, it was nowhere to be seen. Poof! Gone.
No idea where it got to but at least I know how it got to be there in the first place.