I buy my salad in the form of a head of lettuce.

I wash it, let in drain, chop it, put it in the salad spinner, then stick it in the fridge for easy consumption throughout the week. Occasionally, in the process I find small black flys or dirt. Meh, all part of buying food that comes from the ground.

About a week ago, I bought a head of lettuce. I left it in the fridge for many days before I got around to my lettuce ritual.
As I was chopping it, I found a ladybug. It was dead. Its little black legs were tucked under its body–dead bug style.

So sad. I never feel bad for the dirty flies. But the beauty of a ladybug–dead–in my lettuce…

I placed the leaf I found it on off to the side to be thrown in the composter later.

After a few minutes, I glanced at it.

It was moving.

I picked up the leaf. I walked outside.

I let the ladybug crawl onto the flowers in my garden.

I wonder if he even knew he was getting a second chance.

…is rapidly approaching.

So far, our plans circle around this premier.

(My ten year old self thinks my twenty-eight year old self is officially the coolest.)