Every since meeting my parents’ new dog, Chewy, I’ve been dying to get a dog. They’re such good company! And an excuse to get exercise everyday too. But everyone keeps saying how much work they are, how you can’t go anywhere or do anything because you’ve got this dog tying you down….blah blah blah.
Well, they’ve sort of convinced me. So I bought plants instead. Five of them: tulips, two primroses, a baby rose bush, and a jade tree. (Plus, I’ve got the gigantic zinnia I planted a couple weeks ago that’s growing nicely in it’s oriental vase–pron. vaaahhhhzz).
And now, though I don’t know who came first, we’ve got hundreds of ladybugs in our kitchen. (Ladybugs are called coccinelle in Italian, pron. ko-chee-nelleh).
Luca keeps making jokes about what great pets they are–you don’t have to take them for walks or clean up their poop. You don’t have to feed them or listen to them bark or whine…etc, etc. This may all be true, but they’re also not as fun as dogs. The only interaction I actually have with the ladybugs is when I find them tipped upside-down and have to right them again. Ladybugs spend a surprising amount of time upside-down. And since their life span is 4-7 weeks, I do a overturned ladybug check everyday when I get home…