… when the whole world smells faintly of crushed asian lady beetles. I battle through a cloud of them between my car and work (biking through them is not an option), I use the entry-way of the library (between the two sets of doors) to dust myself off and make sure none are hitching a ride indoors in my hair, and I never talk while walking (and I certainly don’t yawn).

This morning I had the morning off (Oh Fraptious Day!), and the weather was sunny and 80 degrees. Yet all I could do was sit indoors and wish that there weren’t so many lady beetles, box elder bugs, wasps, and resurrected flies swarming my porch chair and screen. Actually going outdoors would have been ill-advised.