At the end of the day, the name doesn’t change the experience. A loveliness is still a bunch of tiny apex predators eating your aphids. They’re helpful, if a bit intense.
But maybe, next time you see them, you’ll smile instead of swatting. You’ll think: "Ah, yes, the rabble has arrived." And you’ll feel just a tiny bit smarter than the person next to you. (I won’t tell anyone. Secret’s safe with me.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, my watch tells me it’s "ladybird o’clock." I need to go check if my neighbor has finally brushed them off. Spoiler: he hasn’t. He’s wearing them like a fashion statement. Respect.
