No, I won't look at the camera.
Actually, there's a Burning Bush. Ammy's such a punster, she can't resist. And she does crack me up.
Oh, come on! Tell me you don't laugh at her silly jokes! Ha roo roo roo, she's a riot.
In other news, it's that time of year here - the invasion of the Harmonia axyridis. They look innocuous enough...
...but they get in the house, fly around (I don't LIKE bugs flying in my house!), and they BITE! Oh, and when the bugs panic or Mom or Dad squish them, they let off a highly obnoxious odor and discharge a yellow fluid that stains walls and fabrics. Fabrics?!!? That's right. These are not your cute little ladybugs. They are the Asian Lady Beetle; they're horrible things that can get in through the tiniest of cracks. Nasty bugs! Nasty!
Ammy's joke with the Burning Bush reminds me of a poem for the ladybugs - remember this old nursery rhyme?
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.
Seems pretty harsh, but hey, if it gets those bugs out of here, I'm going to start chanting it!
PS: I said it was harsh! But it's just a nursery rhyme ... and all the ladybug's puppies got out safe! That's what really matters. Just ... don't come to our house!!!