I extended a finger, providing a landing pad for the fluttering lady bug. Swerving like a jet circling and airport, like a jet fighter attempting the impossible landing on a carrier in rough seas, little legs extend and… Touch done! Tiny wings fold then disappear under familiar red shiny shell.
Happy to “stick” the landing, Mr. Lady bug scampered around my finger, using my fingerprint as a topological map, a runway for the next flight onwards. Before I could “snap” another pic he was off.