In late 2010 we came up with the bright idea of covering models in 38,000 ladybugs for a shoot with Ed Zipco for the January Issue. Surprisingly the shoot was only moderately difficult to pull off, but the cleanup process was the stuff of nightmares. We spent hours wiping dead ladybug guts out of the bottoms of shoes, picking severed wings out of sequined jackets, and, in a last ditch effort to save a fancy piece of clothing we didn't own, stuck a chiffon dress in our office freezer for two days to get rid of all the stubborn bastards that crawled into its layers. Despite all the hard work we put in scrubbing the floors and vacuuming up all the randoms that managed to survive the glamorous massacre, the studio we shot it in had to call an exterminator who used a blowtorch to get all of the li'l shitheads out of every nook in cranny. Of course, they were extremely pissed off.
Now it's been four months and somehow we're still haunted by our disgustingly cute infestation. Just today the studio told us some stupid photo light blew up and when they opened it up they found hundreds of dead ladybugs clogging up the works. Naturally, we find this really fucking funny.