Arlo knew I liked ladybirds, and one flew into his living-room, as we were sending messages each other to arrange our first date, for later that night. He caught it and put it in a matchbox with some leaves. When we met up he gave it to me. Unfortunately, he only remembered about it about 3 hours after we met up, so it was in his pocket in the match box all that time. When he finally remembered and gave it to me, I looked at it for 2 seconds and then it flew away. On our 1 year anniversary he gave me a picture of a ladybird he'd drawn, in a matchbox.