Dead lady bug revenge.

Today Amy found a dead lady bug--picked it up (amazing!) and showed it to me. I was thrilled thinking that maybe she had finally gotten over irrational fear of lady bugs. She told me she was going to throw it outside. Not 30 seconds after the front door banged open, I was terrified to hear blood curtailing screams. Thinking maybe she had slammed her hand in the door, or stepped on a nail, or .... I ran outside only to find Amy pointing at the very dead lady bug and screaming "Owee, the lady bug bugged me. Owee, the LADY BUG BUGGED ME. OWEEE OWEE the LADY BUG BUGGED ME!!!!!" She had no bruises, scratches, cuts, abrasions, or anything else anywhere. All I could do was shut the door (so offending bug was out of sight) and then try and reassure Amy that she really was OK. To be honest, I'm not sure exactly what happened--unless that lady bug got revenge after-all...