I sweep them in to the dustpan and release them off the deck. Some fly. Some don't.
But lady bugs biting is another story. For another day.
Queued and ready to go.
To all my friends writing your little bums off:
Don't forget to take time to live.
To laugh. To cry. To hug your child.
To dance, to sing, to give.
Whatever happened to Leo Sayer, anyway? And ha ha, now you've got him stuck in your head, too.