“Ladybug, ladybug fly away home; your house is on fire and your children are gone …” It was a beautiful, warm, sunny morning as I opened my French doors and spied a ladybug resting on the doorsill.

“Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home; your house is on fire and your children are gone…” It was a beautiful, warm, sunny morning as I opened my French doors and spied a ladybug resting on the doorsill.

"Ladybug, ladybug fly away home ..." Whoops, she did! And her home is also my home and your home. With spring just around the corner, she's awakening and coming indoors. Ladybugs are such lovable ...