|The lone "ladybug"|
"Well that's it, I'm all done cleaning up the window sills," Warren said. "That was easy, just one bug."
Indeed, Warren had swept up, sprayed and wiped down the entire winter burough sun room. Marty, suspiciously, wandered out into the sun-warmed enclave and looked around.
"Hey it really does look good. Nice job Warren," Marty said. "And I thought you were grossed out by dead bugs, what's up, you turning 'normal' on me?"
Marty need not worry. There's a half a roll of paper towels in the garbage can to prove Warren's still a scaredy-gopher when it comes to dead things. And besides, it's Thursday and Warren just woke up.
"It was easy," Warren said. "It wasn't dead. So I let it crawl onto a beer mat and then I let it go outside.
And there were no other bugs, dead or alive, anywhere ..... " Warren paused, realizing that ..... "there were no huge bunches of ladybugs to vacuum up, or cluster flies or even June bugs this past summer."
"You're right, brother," Marty said, "And there's the sudden lack of birds around here. If all the bugs are gone, birds would leave."
The Boys stared at each other for a moment, then leapt (well, kinda) into action. Gathering snacks, craft beverages, pillows blankets and iPads they settled into the Adirondack chairs to catch the late afternoon sun glistening off the year's first snowfall.
"There's a story here that may explain our anecdotal observations," Marty said.
"Aunt who" Warren asked.
From The Copy Desk: Yes, there is a story HERE that may explain The Boys' observations.