A Curious Visitor Under the Table

I crawled quietly into the shadowy shelter beneath the low wooden coffee table. While feeling the smooth floorboards under my limbs, I noticed a tiny ladybug ambling across a discarded piece of receipt paper. Each time its tiny legs rustled against the paper, a faint crinkle echoed softly in my hollow hideaway. I carefully brought one curved arm closer, keeping perfectly still so as not to frighten it. The tiny insect paused, waved its antennae toward my plush limb, and climbed atop the paper's edge before continuing its slow march.