Last Saturday turned out to be quite a day. I woke up to a much-needed warm, sunny day with snow melting everywhere, and wound up spending my afternoon writing about the dotard in the White House starting a war with Iran because people were talking about stuff in the Epstein files about him raping a 13-year-old girl.
Bummer, right?
But the universe has a way of trying to balance things out, I believe. You just have to pay attention.
Later Saturday, I got together with a group of friends over coffee and good cheer to talk about anything other than war. In the midst of this fellowship, a ladybug suddenly appeared on the table right next to my arm. Out of nowhere. Inside, windows closed, no plants, ladybug.
It stuck around. Pleasantly surprised, I said I was "pretty sure" it was a good omen. In my head, I was saying, "God, I sure hope it is."
Well, hey, sometimes I get it right. Back home on the couch, I asked my assistant - Google AI - to check out the symbolism of the ladybug. It reported back, "Ladybugs are almost universally recognized as the symbols of good luck, protection and positive transformation. Their arrival is often seen as a sign that wishes are about to come true or that a period of prosperity is beginning."
Also, in some cultures they are seen as guardians that ward off negative energy, in others they represent personal growth and in many traditions, AI tells me, "the appearance of a ladybug suggests that true love is on its way or that current relationships will flourish."
Gotta love that last flourish. And I wouldn't argue with that period of prosperity thing either. But I'd really like to cash in on that "wishes are about to come true" sign. For all of us.
Realistically, I don't think even a swarm of ladybugs could give the tin man in the White House a heart, but I gotta believe in enough of a swarm, perhaps accompanied by massive demonstrations and thousands of phone calls complaining about starting illegal wars and allegedly raping 13-year-old girls not being acceptable behavior by the titular head of this country, miraculously implanting a brain and some guts in cowardly Republican members of Congress to put a stop to the insanity. That's my wish.
They say you gotta believe. They also say you gotta grab a shovel or a hammer or a phone or a pen or whatever is necessary to kind of help out. C'mon, folks. I'd really hate to waste a good lady bug.
(Article changed on Mar 06, 2026 at 3:57 PM EST)
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