5.5

I feel him, there, tiny feet scratching my palm, carapace growing hot. I open my palm just a flutter, and out he flies like a shot. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to snatch him from thin air, but he seems fine (none the worse for wear). And he didn't really seem to mind me, much. I'll miss him, my ladybug. We may have been friends, but not friends, as such.