Kicked to the Grassy Curb

While I was in NYC, Drew took it upon himself to purge our "dead" ladybugs, so he dumped them into the grass in the backyard – this is when we still didn't have any snow –, only to find that a few weren't willing to let go and realizing too late that they all (twelve to start with) might still be alive. Those ladybugs are tricky like that. Five were still in residence when I returned, and in the meantime, I've introduced three more.