The morning wasn't all bad, though. I picked up a passenger on my bike this morning, on the way to work. I heard a fffffphlitt-twhick! as I was cruising down the 'backroads' (i.e., not The Pike) to work. In my right-hand mirror, I caught a glimpse of the orange shell of a ladybug on my upper right arm. I thought at the speeds we were traveling, surely she'd be smushed. But she hung on for the ten or so minutes it takes me to complete the Soldier's Field/Storrow Drive run. As soon as we hit a stoplight near Boston Common, she started to move again, crawling up towards my shoulder. I looked up at the light then back in the mirror, but she was gone. I expected any minute to feel her tickling my neck, but she must've flown off. She sure had a wild ride for a bit there, though. Wonder if she ever got home, or if she was running away.
Adventure is everywhere; even in the little things in life, and the little creatures.
