Lady­bird red alert

Country Life Every Week - - Letters To The Editor -

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

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