You've been lying to me.
Telling me that you were a harmless little ladybug.
I have ladybug spots! you said.
I'm just a cute green one! you said.
And I believed you.
Come to find out, you are not a ladybug at all,
but a cucumber beetle.
And you were not here to protect my roses from aphids,
as you previously had beguiled me into believing.
You were here to eat them.
Did you do this?
I think it's time for you to go.
Don't give me a sob story about how you are a good cucumber beetle.
I don't believe you anymore.