the bug report

Armadillo was not armored against death.

Bevy of ladybugs halos every light.

It's always an adventure opening up the Goose for the season. One year it was a dead squirrel; last year it was a blue-tailed skink; this year it's a dead armadillo. But at least the armadillo did not lose its life behind my bed like the squirrel. (Where are those damn turkey buzzards when you need them?) Sometimes it's a plague of flies or wasps. This time, it's a pestilence (or bevvy?) of ladybugs.
   But thank heavens Virginia cleaned up this spring so it's only the shower of recently hatched ladybugs. No brown recluse spiders, no mold, no fuss nor muss. Windows polished. All I have to do is get out the vacuum and suck those little spotted damsels down.
  And the forsythia and spirea and flowering quince are all abloom. Beauty next post.