Dotty made the voyage from Sophie’s shoulder, to my mom’s apartment and then to our house. After some Internet research, the girls determined that a moist paper towel and raisins, along with some grass, would make Dotty feel at home in her new container shelter.
What I find extraordinary about Sophie’s pet adoption is that she used to stomp on bugs. But I guess she’s decided that her future doesn’t have serial killer written in it after all. That’s a relief. I hope that Dotty thrives and manages to survive for a few days. I should probably start stocking up on replacement ladybugs just in case.