How I killed a Twilight Ladybug.

This is what happened. Svea had an accident in bed the other night, and because I am super-efficient, I bundled up all her sheets and blankets and threw them directly into the washing machine. In the morning, I pulled out the laundry and there was her beloved Twilight Ladybug she got for Christmas. (It lights up and projects three different colors of stars on the ceiling.) Damp, but still intact. Nate said to take the batteries out and let it dry.

Well . . . I had accidentally washed and dried her (other beloved) Baby Betsy, a singing and light-up seahorse, some time ago. Apparently I have a real problem with stuff like this.

Baby Betsy survived and is still going strong. So I thought, Well, I'll just put the ladybug in the dryer! That method has worked before! I'm not sure if Nate meant for the bug to air dry or not, but I was thinking I knew the best way to take care of this situation, and better yet, Svea didn't even have to know her ladybug was put at risk.

I tossed the Twilight Ladybug into the dryer.

Bad idea.

As you can see, the dryer ripped up the fabric that was glued (I didn't realize it was glued . . . huh) to the shell, and a surprising amount of stuffing exploded onto everything in the dryer. The shell suffered lots of scratches, and altogether the Twilight Ladybug wasn't looking too good. There was a very sad Svea in this house.

$30 and 2 days later, a new {pink!} ladybug arrived in the mail.

It was promptly named Cherries.

And now we are poor.

The end.