Fly Away Home

I came home this Friday evening and began to strip in front of... the washing machine in order to complete my 'work wear' load and set off the washer on it's merry way, as is my usual Friday evening routine.  First off was my top and as I pulled it up and over my head, I saw a black soft blodge between my cleavage.  I thought...'what the hell is that?' In the midst of panic and a state of horror.  While all of this is going on, I'm telling myself; 'it's black fluff, it's black fluff.' 

With top in my hands, I brushed at my cleavage and the blodge fell to the kitchen floor.  I stared at the blackness hoping and wishing for fluff, but then it's wings unfurled, flapped and then retreated. Horrified at first, I then caught a glimpse of colour.  Is that a?  Oh thank God, it's only a Ladybird and I can cope with the thought of a Ladybird nestling between my cleavage...just. 

I know that technically, it's probably an insect but come on... it's a Ladybird.  It flapped a couple of times on the kitchen floor as I spoke soothing words to it and scooped it up in a tissue before relocating it to the patio.

I'm guessing it was suffering from heat exhaustion, not so much from being between my cleavage, but from being under my blouse and under my winter Northface super insulated coat, even though it's still not that cold really.  Plus it had to endure an hour's car journey and a brief trip around the Supermarket.   Plus, plus, when did it land there?  Lunchtime or on the way to the car?  I suspect lunchtime when I wasn't wearing my scarf along with said coat. 

Poor thing.  I really hope it survived to make it to someone else's cleavage.