Ladybugs

There was a ladybug invasion on the beach of sandy hook today. Could it be some freak remains from the military research that took place there in the 50’s? Does it have something to do with the spirits of the Guggenheims, the Goulds?... Or was it just the sudden change of weather which brought out these little guys by the thousands. They were everywhere. And at any point in time at least three of them on me. Sometimes five and more. Tiny little red wings clinging to me and walking all over me. I felt popular. I also seemed to be the only person on the beach having this particular problem. I felt special until I discovered a concrete pillar much more popular than me. They were all over. All of them tiny, some with two dots, some with seven, some with none at all. They would just crawl, some would fly. And if anybody fell on their backs, they would just spread their wings and be on their feet in no time. They call them God’s cows in Russian, and in some parts of Poland, as they are the ones who eat leaf lice off innocent plants. But there did not seem to be any food in sight for them this time. I really have no idea what was going on. I managed to do some good ricochet on the surface of the Long Island sound. Managed to reflect a good flat stone of the surface about 10, maybe 12 times. (Most of the trials ended at two.) Also managed to get some sparks out of some flintstones found on the beach. I really hope that no ladybugs were injured in either case. But who knows. There were thousands of them everywhere.