This post is part of the April A to Z Blogging Challenge, where I am challenging myself to reflect on other A to Z posts that I come across.
Today, while reading this post on Ramblings of a Writer, I realized it’s been a long time since I saw a ladybug. But the last times I remember were very memorable.
From 2010 to 2012, I had a job with a very small kale chip company. Working out of the smaller half a commercial kitchen small. I did all the shopping and made all the recipes small. The stuff was mostly sold at farmers markets small. Every day I came with my iPod loaded with audiobooks and spent the day planning, blending, mixing, dishwashing, and avoiding being the person to dress the kale with sauces if at all possible, because some of them kinda made my arms break out.
The kale was organic, so you know what that means: no chemicals or pesticides to keep the bugs off. Most of the time that wasn’t a problem, but every now and then there would be ladybugs. We washed the kale before dressing it, and usually found them then, but not always.
Sometimes my assistant (who made more than me, but whatever) would be dressing the kale and suddenly notice a ladybug crawling up her arm to escape. I’d come get it and take the little guy outside to fly free.
But once, the boss came in with a container of kale chips that someone had returned because the customer had found a ladybug that had been dehydrated with the leaves, poor thing.
Maybe that’s where they’ve all disappeared to…