Today is Remembrance Sunday. This year is a particularly special year as it is the 100th anniversary of the start of World War I. Since I arrived home on the 29th of October I have been wearing my poppy, (the emblem of the poppies that bloomed across the battlefields of Flanders), with pride.
I used to love Poppy Day when I was a kid and I couldn't wait to place a small, kid-sized remittance in the familiar red collection box, a donation to benefit ex-servicemen and women. In return I'd receive my red paper poppy with it's black plastic centre that I wore with enthusiasm. The Royal British Legion raises a lot of money in their annual poppy appeal which funds their work with the Armed Forces community. The ladybird in the photograph looks like it is sporting a brilliant red poppy on it's elytra in honour of the war dead. It looks cute. But looks can be deceiving.
The harlequin ladybird (
Harmonia axyridis), a non-native species, is invading the British Isles. The harlequin was first spotted here in 2004 and has quickly become one of the most common ladybirds in the country. The invasive harlequin is a rather large species of ladybird and it is a voracious predator, it is able to out-compete the native species for aphids and will also eat other ladybirds' eggs and larvae. Not good. The harlequins are clustered in large numbers around window and door frames and in any available nooks and crannies where they hope to overwinter. Their numbers are quite impressive outdoors and inside: my bedroom and bathroom (at Thud's house) have been invaded also. They're cute, but like The hun they are
persona non grata here. The world is an increasingly smaller place and invasive species hitchhiking around the globe is increasingly problematic. I will definitely check my bags when I leave here later this week.
Lest we forget.
