DH is sitting on some of the rocks by the beach waiting for me to get out of the water (I was only up to my ankles, it was too freaking cold for me in the Atlantic) so we can catch the train back into town when I walked up to him and saw this.
Me: There’s a buggie in your hair!
DH: Get it out.
Me: But it’s a cute little lady bug.
DH: Get it out anyway.
His hand goes up to brush it out when I intercede.
Me: No! Don’t touch it! Leave it there and hold still.
Me: I’ve got to take this picture.
After the shot I gently work at getting the buggie to crawl onto my finger so I can let it go; which finally happened.
DH: Now can we go?
Me: Yes dear, thank you.