Ladybugs

My bedroom has become infested with these little orange ladybugs. No other room in the house has these things, just mine. They are on the ceiling, in the windows and in some of the corners. I have gotten rid of some of them, but when I wake up in the morning, it seems they've doubled. I can't stand them, they fly around, bang into the ceiling light and make this ticking noise while they crash into the lightbulb, it's enough to make me seem schizophrenic.

My friend Saritha said it's a good thing. She said maybe they are attracted to a good vibe from me. She has them too, and is handling them a little better than I am. Of course she has her cat Furley to keep her company. However, Furley is not really into the ladybugs. He sits crouched, waiting to attack them. I'm with Furley!!!!

Other than that, nothing else has been going on in my life. I got to spend time with my niece Isabella this weekend. She's at this crawl/walk stage. Her crawl isn't exactly a crawl, it's a crawalk. She straigtens out her legs while pulling with her arms. If she can grab hold of furniture, then she walks along it. So I think she's going to go straight from sitting to walking, almost by-passing the crawling stage. This is unlike my nephew Xavier, who for the longest time preferred to crawl. I would set him on his feet and for the few steps that he would take, would be so tortured by having to walk, that he would cry with every step. He finally learned to fully walk at about 14 months of age. Now he won't stop exploring.

Maybe Xavier will explore and get rid of the bugs in my room! He is also fascinated by "bugs". Anything that crawls or moves along the floor is a bug. And he points this out to us all the time. He doesn't do anything to the bugs, just watches them until something else grabs their attention.
Unlike me, I can't stay focused on anything in particular. Everything seems to grab my attention these days, except for my medical books. And when it comes to those, I have A.D.D.