get me Bill Nye on the phone

Explain this, if you can -- we have had simply frigid temperatures this whole month, with abundant snowfalls. I haven't seen the grass in ages. The lake is frozen solid (the above photo is actually the view down my driveway.)

So how in the name of all that's logical was there a ladybug on my bathroom windowsill this afternoon? What in the world?

We used to suffer hideous ladybug infestations, so I wasn't at all charmed -- just perplexed and miffed. It's been a good two years since our last outbreak.

I know what you're thinking. Ladybugs are cute and sweet, right? They're on greeting cards and wallpaper and baby clothes.
But don't buy into the deceptive P.R. hype. Take it from me. If you've ever lived through a ladybug plague, you know that they're really evil. They bite! Yes they do. They stink. They reproduce like crazy.

So I did what any right-thinking woman would do in defense of her home. I squished him in a wad of toilet paper, then flushed him away.

I'd just like to know how he got there to begin with, in the dead of winter like that. Winter is supposed to be the season we don't have to deal with flies, mosquitoes, ants, wasps, earwigs, and ladybugs. Had he been incubating for the past several years or what?

Please submit all theories to our research department STAT.