Dear reader, you may or may not be privvy to such information, but apparently the ladybug harvest is on.
It's a delicate process, involving the pilfering of all glass containers from the kitchen, the fragile ratio of soil to grass to blossom. It's all about creating ambience, really. Ladybug ambience.
Part II of the harvest involves spending one's recess and lunch break poring laboriously over the playground, which at this time of year happens to be teeming with Coccinellidae, which, as every true afficianado knows, is the Latin name for ladybug.
Honestly.
Now it is time to release the ladybugs into their new biosphere. For best results, simply place the ladybug catcher beneath a rosebush covered in lots of yummy aphids, spray the plants with water, and open the lid as evening approaches.
This way, the ladybugs will emerge looking for refreshment, happily acquaint themselves with the dewy bush, possibly make fools of themselves with the karaoke machine, take into account the lateness of the hour and the fact they are in no condition to fly away home, and decide to settle in for the night.
Or, just manually assign their places, one by one, by yourself.
It's more fun that way.
And by all means check on the little dears throughout the day and into the night. Be sure to account for each one, especially the favorites that you named.
After all, without such attention to detail, practically anyone could presume to call themselves a ladybug catcher.
As if.