Within twenty four hours, this is what the ladybugs have accomplished.
Ladybugs are my new best friend.
On a different food for pests note, my sister sent me an email last night regarding a little sound heard under her floorboards. She is also a country dweller, and as such the occasional mouse visits her. We have a special misery loves company bonding moment whenever either of us is graced with a furry friend. (I have been mouse free for quite some time now, but the very act of uttering those words pretty much guarantees that I'll have someone under my sink by tomorrow.)
Sister mentioned that she had no cheese for the trap.
How can that be? How can someone related to me by blood, not have cheese? Say it ain't so.
I immediately rattled off ten kinds of cheese I knew I had in my refrigerator. It required no mental effort at all. That prompted my son to instigate a full cheese inventory.
Swiss and cottage cheese are hiding behind the sharp cheddar, and if you count two types of cream cheese, Velveeta (I know it's hard to count Velveeta as cheese, but it's a must for the chili cheese dip), two different types of Parmesan, and that pathetic little partial slice of provolone, we total twenty one.
My current fave is the Pecorino Romano.
Any recommendations for a must try?
Ladybugs and cheese make the world go round.