So my Certified Emotional Support/Service LadyBug and I were walking along (I don't know why we didn't fly - it's much faster, you know), I was kind of buzzing to myself out loud about this Predicament I'm in.

“Geeeeze,” I buzzed to myself, “Here I am, a Bee mostly in my Prime, Homeless, all my Stuff is beeing Inappropriately Leased to a Wasp…and it’s gonna bee Weeks beefore I can move back into my ShoeBox and get my Stuff back, and to top if all off, I’m stuck with this LadyBug who doesn't have a Name and never Says anything at all... ," I buzzed.

"Oh, I have a name," I heard her say, "and I may bee somewhat Sensory Impaired by virtue of my not having any Antennae, but I DO have eyes and CAN understand what you're Saying - you should know that I read MouthParts. I can also Speak. What kind of Emotional Support/Service LadyBug would I bee if I couldn’t offer you some Verbal Feedback every once in awhile?”

Talk about beeing Surprised. Who knew this LadyBug had a name, or could even Speak? I didn’t.

“Why,” I asked her, “haven’t you said anything until just now?”

“The only reason I haven't said anything at all until now is beecause nothing I may have said would have changed anything about what's been currently Happening around here. I only speak when what I have to say is Highly Relevant.”

“Fine.” I kind of mumbled. “But you said you have a name?"

"Of course I have a name, and please don't Mumble - it makes it significantly more difficult for me to See what you're trying to say," she said.

"So what is it?"

"What is what?" the LadyBug asked.

"Your name," I Enunciated more clearly. "What's your name?"

"It's Potato,” she informed me.

“Potato? Seriously? That’s your name? For real??” I wasn’t sure if I beelieved her.

“Yes, for real,” she said (kind of Sarcastically, if you ask me). “I was named after my Late Sister-In-Law, Potato Bug.”

I figured she was Serious about her Name beeing Potato, so I told her it was nice to Meet her. Then she said, “So I couldn’t help but OverSee what you were Saying awhile ago, about how Frustrated you feel about beeing Homeless and having some unfamiliar Wasp messing with your Stuff, etc., etc., etc.”

“Yes,” I said. “It bothers me a lot.”

“Well,” she said, “I’m going to suggest that you and I take a short Break beefore we arrive at your Girlfriend, ButterCup’s, Place. That will give you an Opportunity to Unburden yourself about what your Feeling, and perhaps I can help you feel better about a few things. Or not. It’s worth a try, right? After all, that’s what's supposed to bee my Purpose as your Certified Emotional Support/Service Ladybug, right?”

“Apparently so,” I said, then I said, “Fine.”

“So talk,” Potato said.

So I did that. We sat there for a very long time as Potato read my MouthParts as I Unburdened myself. When I was done buzzing about all the stuff that was Bothering me, Potato kind of stared at me for a few seconds, then said, “I can see that we have a LOT of work to do. But we’ll address that later. After we get to ButterCup’s place, you and I can find a Private Place to sit down together, and I’ll do my best to offer you the Emotional Support and Service you very desperately Need. But for now, I can’t help but notice that it’s already starting to get Dark out, so I would suggest that we keep Moving and get to ButterCup’s Place beefore it’s too Dark to see.”

So we did that.

I’ll tell ya’ what happened after we got there when I probably see you again next week.