“Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate!”
“Oh, come on, John; they can’t be that bad!”
“They smell, they get all over everything, and they’re just plain annoying!”
“You just don’t like them because you’re allergic to them. Besides, they don’t smell.”
“Are you kidding me?! They stink so bad! They’re terrible!!”
“I think you’re crazy.”
John rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
“Hey, okay. I will admit that they’re somewhat bothersome when there’s like a ton of them all over your windowsill or whatever, but it’s not like they hurt anything. They just fly around until they die, and then you can clean them up. You don’t even need to touch them!”
“Yeah, right. They fly all over the place, and I get a rash just by touching them. I don’t need to squash them or kill them or anything. They just touch me and I start itching. Besides, they bite, too!”
“What?!? You really have lost it. Ladybugs don’t bite, and I really don’t think it’s possible to be allergic to them, either. I think it’s just some sort of a coincidence, and it’s something else that’s bothering you.” A short pause, a few clicks and some typing later, “See, look here on Wikipedia: ladybugs are harmless to humans.”
Another eye roll. “Whatever. They bother me. I hate them.”
“You’re a psycho.”
With a third eye roll and an exasperated sigh, John threw his hands in the air as if to dismiss me from his life, and he briskly left the room.