I hate ladybugs….
no seriously… I don’t know what it is about this town… Maybe its because there are so many farmers and crops and crap… But they actually breed and raise ladybugs to drop from a crop duster to eat whatever it is ladybugs eat, I guess their food hurts crops…. But the ladybugs decide to first check in my room for crops… I grow no corn here, ladybugs… I literally have hundreds of ladybugs in my room alone, not to mention the rest of the house which is littered with the oddly flying ladybugs and corpses of their fallen comrades… The ceiling and wall near my lamp looks like a red and black blob of movement… It’s the Tokyo, Japan of ladybugland… Ladybugs going to work, coming home from work, selling their wares on the streets, I even suspect a few ladybugs of working for an underground crime syndicate…
The worst part of ladybugs is when they touch you…. I’m not someone who is afraid of bugs, bees don’t even bother me… But theres just something creepy about ladybugs when they touch you… The way they feel when they walk across your feet or arm, it just makes your skin crawl… In fact, your skin learns to walk when ladybugs touch you… They walk across my face when I’m asleep, waking me up in a fit of rage, not like it helps because their little ladybug brains don’t understand that they shouldn’t walk across the fat guy’s face while he’s sleeping…. And with the sheer number of ladybugs here they get everywhere… In my food, in my tea, on the TV, in my blankets and pillows, in my socks and shoes, even in my clothes when I’m wide awake…. I’ve had ladybugs on parts of my body that no woman has yet dared to touch… But… They are ladybugs, so at least it doesn’t make me gay…
