I often find myself trying to rationalize things most people never think twice about. For example: I found a dead ladybug in my room this afternoon. They’re supposed to be good luck — when alive. Now, here’s my conundrum. My room’s barely a hospitable environment for a human being; so, I can’t be held responsible for the livelihood a creature with whom I didn’t know I was cohabiting. So long story short — if a dead ladybug is bad luck, that’s not on me. Got it, universe?