Lola

By now, most of you have come to the conclusion I have a slight issue with OCD. It took full effect at work yesterday.

I noticed a single, innocent ladybug (well I don’t know how innocent she really was, for all I know she was the whore of the bug world, we will call her Lola) oops, I digressed. She was perched on the window by the copy machine. I knew she needed to be released, she would surely perish under the fluorescent office lights. I went into the break room and got a Dixie cup to safely contain her and set her free. In the seconds it took me to get the cup, she was gone. I was shocked! I thought ladybugs were sluggish insects, this, my faithful few, is a fallacy.

I became obsessed, must save Lola, where is she? I casually looked around the copier, no where to be seen. I began to panic. Was she on the bottom of some ones shoe? NO!! I had to find out. Without looking freakish, I attempted to peer at the soles of my coworkers shoes. Do not try this!!! The whole NOT looking freakish things does NOT work!

Throughout the rest of the day I in inconspicuously searched for my little harlot. My mind was racing, is she ok? Please Lola show yourself – I am here to help!

Sadly, my little red and black lady friend never reappeared. I hope she escaped safely. Little Lola, my thoughts are with you, best wishes!

One last thought – Never kill a lady bug, the stench is horrendous. This little tidbit of information was supplied by my mother. Hey, how does she know that, is she responsible for Lolas disappearance?!