Ladybird red alert
THE acclaimed Northamptonshire peasant poet John Clare gives the impression in his poem Clock-a-clay that the subject creature, a ladybird, leads a solitary and outside existence. This has certainly not been our experience of the past year.
Ladybirds litter every floor and surface of our house, emerge from window jambs in swarms, and— we’re becoming convinced—bite us in our sleep. As a child, my wife would stage funerals for deceased bugs, but now she’s happy to hoover up living ‘clock-a-clays’ by the hundred. Have other readers been overrun, too? Simon Chesters Thompson, Lincolnshire