Reaching a small grubby hand out carefully, Lilly waited as the ladybug crawled onto it. Cooing at it under her breath, she smoothed a small index finger along the shell before lifting it up to her mouth and taking a bite from it.
Frowning, she looked down at the half eaten dying bug in her hands. "Not bug, not good..." She sighed, bending down to place the dead bug on the gravel between herself and the woman. It had tasted like that food uncle Lucas had tried to get her to eat, not like the bugs she had eaten in the forest and the moths that Mama had given her to eat.