No, I'm really not being crass, or trying to belittle the noble ladybug. I just walked through a field of several thousand this morning, the majority of which were, well, fucking. Apparently I didn't get the memo that said "Orgy in the north field at 9", but THEY sure did.
I only noticed them because the grass was knee high and I had my eyes on the ground looking for snakes out in the field as I trudged through.
At first I didn't notice anything beyond the red dots of the lady bugs. But a pattern began to emerge-not dot dot dot but dot on dot...and every so often, dot on dot on dot. Wow. Once you begin to notice something, it seems to pop up everywhere. I had just had that same thought about death this morning. Death is all around, but we rarely notice it. I wondered what else was all around that we rarely notice. A billion lady bugs fucking in a green field seemed like a pretty concrete answer.
Life doesn't wait to be noticed-it just gets out there and rolls around.