Temporary memorial to Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg on law library steps

RBG and the Bugs

I walk to the law school library to see if the Ruth Bader Ginsburg memorial is still there. It isn’t. Only a few bouquets of fresh flowers where all the photos, notes, drawings, flowers and candles had been.

I sit at a picnic table and wait for something to happen—a scene of some sort. Big drops of rain begin to fall. Not many, but enough to make the ink run on the page. Not enough to make me run for cover. Not yet.

A ladybug scurries around the table with something stuck or poked to its side. I can’t tell if it’s an attacking insect or some bit of debris that fell from the oak tree above and impaled the ladybug. Whatever it is, I’m inclined to try to remove it, knowing my interference is likely to make matters worse for the ladybug.

hurt ladybug

Back on the page, a tiny red spider scuttles about. I try to flick it off with the pen, but end up smearing it to death instead. I’m sorry I didn’t let it be.

Another tiny red spider climbs onto the page. There seems to be no shortage of them.spiders on notebook page

Do some rain drops and insects qualify as a scene? The ladybug now seems to be in its death throes. Whatever the thing on it is, it’s still there and seems to know what it’s doing. Perhaps it has a poked a venomous stringer through the ladybug’s carapace and is riding out the bug’s last minutes. This thing, only a fraction of the ladybug’s size and weight, must be a bug itself. Perhaps its fellow bug thingies will join the executioner to devour the ladybug once it’s dead. Or lay their eggs in her body.

And here, already, another kind of bug crawling across the table, then up my bottle of iced espresso.

I had come to observe people honoring Ruth Bader Ginsburg, and instead I am caught in some nature documentary, and the bugs keep coming.

Now a creature that looks like an orange inchworm makes its way up the side of the table. I take another swig of cold espresso, checking first to make sure there’s not some winged thing floating inside the plastic bottle. There isn’t.

I was rooting for the ladybug, though that contest is lost. What little bit of rain there was has stopped. Rest in peace.