I reached to open the drawer for a knife, but there was a little ladybug on the edge of the counter. I picked it up in my hand and washed it into the sink to get rid of it, imagining a house full of crawling little critters all winter long.
But I looked down and saw it struggling in the bottom of the rubbermaid container, deep under water, and I felt bad. I dumped the water out of the container, picked up the ladybug again, and blew it off my hand outside. It probably died that way, too, I realized later, but at least I didn't have to watch.
But I looked down and saw it struggling in the bottom of the rubbermaid container, deep under water, and I felt bad. I dumped the water out of the container, picked up the ladybug again, and blew it off my hand outside. It probably died that way, too, I realized later, but at least I didn't have to watch.
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